Verdana

Nights we spent spewing words

Trying to impress

You were my Verdana

before we even met.


 

Barking

I didn’t realise how many words

There were for crazy

Until you went there.

Loco, nuts, bonkers, mad

They all sound like a joke –

but what you did was

Horror

not comedy.

I thought of asking your sister

to take you the new

Bright Eyes CD

But god knows if you still like them

or who you are right now.

Is your real self; your real mind

hiding somewhere?

Can we unearth you?

It feels like you’re dead.

Instead

you’re just out to lunch.

It is what it is

Everything happens for a reason

Except rape and earthquakes.

What goes around comes around

Unless you get away with it.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

Unless it’s a stroke.

Tomorrow’s another day

But not if you die in your sleep.

Karma’s a bitch

No, karma’s a fairy story

Rich boys get off murder raps

Babies die the day they’re born

Or before.

Oh well.

Time heals all wounds.

It’s just sometimes

you have to 

wait

forever.

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Ill

I’ll never forget

that neon night we met

You were too good for me

at first

But not later.

We could have done anything

If only we’d co-operated.

Time passed

Love rotted

You threatened I’d be 40 and alone

Instead you’re 30, in a mental home

What were you thinking

When you took - a knife…?

or scissors

to your dick?

I’m sorry you’re so sick

I’m sorry

for a lot.

But not for everything.

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