Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The Words I Never Got To Say

I really loved working with you.
And seeing you, every day.
And getting to know you.

Do you remember;
The time we played pool?
On the same team.

Do you remember;
The time we played pingpong?
You said how adorably uncoordinated I was.

Do you remember;
The time we played black jack?
Until sunrise, before we got asked to leave.

Do you remember the other games Jamie?
You played me since the first week we met.
But worse still, you played her too.

I think you're fun.
I think you're great.
I hope you don't think I was a mistake.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015


I waited for Tom to wake up
I waited for Alistair to come back.
And now I'm waiting for Jamie
To find the confidence to leave her.

It's almost like I'm waiting
For a train that's running late.
It's almost like I'm waiting
For my life, what a mistake.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

In the valley of the toxic females...

My first journey was when I was twelve or thirteen,
Dealing with abandonment issues from when
The ambulance carried mum away.

That was the first night I cried myself to sleep.
That's when #1 was my best friend.
Everyone wanted her to like them (I don't know why).

She just had that special something
But her glint
Soon turned to blade.

The valley was a lonely place with high cliff walls
And no escape.
Abandonment crept in again as I slowly
Started to rebuild, started to climb.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Six Months Later

"Your lips are like clouds," he said.
In that sexy fucking accent.
I always had a weakness for englishmen.

He thought we could win big,
And spend the night together.
But we didn't win at the tables,
And got politely escorted away.

We're still here, six months later.
He's still dating that girl.
I'm still mad about him.
Or just mad.

He likes me too.
I'm sure of it.
Doesn't he?

Saturday, May 23, 2015


You would have turned twenty five this week.
You would have been in America, still.
I would have been here.
I would have written you a message.
I would have tried to make it heartfelt.
I would have cried, writing it.
You would have asked me to Skype.
And I would have been awkward. But agreeable.
I would have told you how much I loved you.
I would have told you how much I missed you.
I hope.

It was your birthday on Monday.
I spent the day here, fighting back the tears.
Thinking about you.
Thinking about what could have been.
I think about you. Every day. Every night.
I fight back the tears.
Thinking, why did someone so good, have to die so young?
Thinking, why didn't I tell you how much I cared?
While you were still here. When you could have been mine.

You're in my heart. You're in my head.
And I'm trying to let go.
And I'm trying.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Coming Home To Nothing

"Your happiness doesn't live in Bali,"
He said.
"Your happiness lives in here."
His finger on my chest,
Reaching for my heart.
Little did he know,
It was buried much deeper.
Locked behind bars of defence,
Hidden by the wild vines of fear.
And sad.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

A Colleague

(Even though we work under the same roof,
Seven days a week)
You barely see me.

Do you avoid me?
Do you avoid that sensation when your cheeks flush
When we talk?
Do I make you nervous?

Because I know you make me weak.
Because I know you make me nervous.
Because I know you leave me breathless.
Because I know you'll never be mine.