Today

Sky is greyish,
Sky is greyish and kinda blue,
Sky is greyish,
We don't talk like we used to do.

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling from a tree,
Leaves are falling,
You are falling away from me.

Wind is blowing,
Wind is blowing through the air,
Wind is blowing,
And I don't think you really care.

Clouds are rolling,
Clouds are rolling in the sky,
Clouds are rolling,
You make me want to fucking die.

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I just can't or
Just couldn't
But I don't
Maybe some
One doesn't
Believe in
Anything.

Please help me

Stuttering, I am struggling
To make myself heard
Between my depressing
Thoughts and attempts to
Draw breath.

Please help

It feels like I'm waiting
For something that
May never arrive but
Could have already
Passed me by.

Please

Pretty Girl

Time is still when
Looking at a pretty
Girl. You'll have a
Dream; a fantasy
As fleeting as the
Wind, but just as
Real.

Then of course
She approaches
Her boyfriend.
Sod's law, that.

Crowded Foyer

All alone in a crowded foyer.

Bustling to and fro,
Or simply lounging and
Reading the paper;
All the troubles of today.

Girl sits opposite me,
Drinks coffee and eats
Crisps. There's a pack of
Baccy too, have a smoke.

She says "hi" to some
Friends, and a man
Walks through in a
Bright yellow jacket.

There's a woman who
Looks like Ann, but
It's not her; Ann was
Much prettier than that.

Girl rolls a fag whilst
Talking on mobile. Now
She's talking to someone.
Now she's left with him.

All alone in a crowded foyer.

Three-Month Window

I

I kissed you the other day,
By the river that bends at
The tall pear tree. I kissed you
And felt alive for the first time.

I watched you live and
Love whoever you want-
-ed. And I watched as this
Slowly killed you from inside.

II

Months pass like years as
The leaves turn a mouldy brown
And fall from trees. Gathering
At our feet where they
Engage in disinformation.

You died on a cold Thursday
In November; In the park but
Frail and weak, the biting wind
Took you. I'll never forget that kiss;
It's my only memory of you.

III

Suffocating myself on the
Ashes of yesterday's baptism.
Fire consumes my lungs and I'm
Trying to remember how it feels to breathe without pain.