The Breakup Blog

wash and bed

2005-04-28T22:36:00.000+01:00

She's found the best way
To rest the troubles
In her head.
To wash them down in gin
And then take them off
To bed.

his problem

2005-04-28T22:29:00.000+01:00

"Have you told your man
About all of this?"
"It's not his problem."
"I'm afraid that it is!"

The tears

2005-04-28T22:26:00.000+01:00

I only phoned
To say goodnight
To my little friend.
But something wasn't right
And I had to pretend
That her mother's tears
Mattered to me.
It's not that I don't care
I just feel that
It's unfair
For me to be
Hit with them
When it's another man's
Problem.
Eventually, I bade
My sweet angel goodnight
But I'm not rushing back
To that venomous spite.

c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

2005-04-26T22:24:00.000+01:00

She's applying for jobs
And she's trying so hard
And I know that it's tough.
But for me, I can't be
All alone on my own
Quite quickly enough.

A bit of me

2005-04-26T22:22:00.000+01:00

I've put up with the pain
Of this ball and chain
But I'm tired of waiting.

To get us apart
I might need to start
Amputating.

empty home

2005-04-12T21:49:00.000+01:00

No lights, no sounds,
No smells from the kitchen,
No laughter, no chatter,
No television.
Just silence and darkness
As welcome for me
And my own dark shadow
For company

hard work

2005-04-12T21:48:00.000+01:00

I was disappointed
I couldn't keep working
Past seven
Compared to my home
My work-desk feels
Like heaven

together alone

2005-04-12T09:46:00.000+01:00

The wee one's away
For a few days
To see her grandfolks
So it's just she
And me
By ourselves
In the shell
That used to be
Our home
And together
Alone
We're keeping out
Of each other's way
Because without our
Precious girl
We don't have much
To say

slipping

2005-04-11T09:38:00.000+01:00

When we're in the house together
She finds it hard to cope
She starts drinking
To stop thinking
And slides that slippery slope

senseless

2005-04-10T00:36:00.000+01:00

Looking for some paper to scribble on
I nipped to my old bedside drawer
And that is when I came upon
Their condoms for their night's amore
And, as usual, these abominations
Left me with virtually no sensation.

rat

2005-04-09T00:35:00.000+01:00

While this cat's away
The rat will play.
I've no doubt he's been
Round to stay.

mutuality

2005-04-06T00:33:00.000+01:00

While we've been away
I've called the little one's mum
Every day
And tonight when I gave her a bell
She said that she missed her girl
And missed me as well.
That feeling isn't mutu-ell.

play mate

2005-04-02T00:30:00.000+01:00

Getting the passports out
I found that hers was not about,
So when I asked where it was
She stopped dead and went red.
I realised I wasn't the only one
Going away on this date;
She's flying to the sun
With her playmate.

making memories

2005-04-02T00:28:00.000+01:00

Paris awaits for
My princess and me
We're away
Seven days
To make memories

making a meal of it

2005-03-28T19:59:00.000+01:00

She thought it would be a good idea
To cook a Sunday lunch
And pour me a beer.
But no sooner had we sat down
Than the tears began to flow
And the sobbing started
And my little one wanted to know
Why mummy was broken hearted.
If she'd departed the table
And let us enjoy the meal
It would have been better
For us all, I feel.
I knew that this would happen,
That some day it would dawn,
That the family times she loved
Were now gone.

toll

2005-03-23T19:51:00.000+00:00

I don't know what's happening
But I've found that my hands are shaking
But I'm not nervous
Is this the toll it's taking?

animation

2005-03-20T11:20:00.000+00:00

Mummy and Daddy
Sat her down
And told her
Their arguments
Weren't about her
And they both
Love her so
And they want her
To know
That they're always there
If she wants an ear
To listen.
And from now on
They'll try not to row.
OK.
Can I watch my
Cartoons now?

lies

2005-03-19T11:19:00.000+00:00

Early in the afternoon
She called to apologise
But that means you have to
Regret it
And I don't think she does
So it's lies

him

2005-03-19T10:44:00.000+00:00

Nine in the morning
And bleary from booze
I return to my home
And I can't believe who's
Sitting there in my chair
With his breakfast and tea
And politely saying a
'Good morning' to me
As if this is quite normal
And this is alright
For him to appear
When I'm gone for the night

pooper

2005-03-18T21:49:00.000+00:00

I'm out for a party
To drink and have fun
And all I can think of
Is my little one

the time has come

2005-03-18T21:45:00.000+00:00

Our little one's teacher knows the score
And, having been through a breakup herself before,
Is keeping an eye on her every day
To check that she's coping OK.
But today I'd to pick up my girl who was sick
And her teacher came out of her class for a quick
Little word to say that my wee one was upset
And that maybe it's better if now we just let
Her find out how her future is going to go
Rather than letting her guess and not know.

I poo

2005-03-17T21:44:00.000+00:00

We might as well have exchanged a fart
As "I do until death do us part"

I bet

2005-03-17T21:28:00.000+00:00

Neither of us let on in any way
That it was our tenth anniversary today
And although she would normally forget
She'd have remembered this year, I bet

breaktime

2005-03-14T21:46:00.000+00:00

Over 300 poems on and
I'm running out of steam.
It seems that everything
I try to write
Is where I've already been.
This isn't the end
No sir! No way!
I'll be back when I've got
Something new to say.

bag of dreams

2005-03-12T21:42:00.000+00:00

The darkness isn't
As dark as it seems
When you're clutching on
To a big bag of dreams