The Rush

Who am I in this sad story ?

The pathetic character that swallows lies like they were made of gin ?

The third wheel in that overused triangle, where everyone is rooting for the other girl ?

Am I heroine or meth ?

Which has the happy ending?

But I must be a fool. I must.

Only a fool would keep going back to barbed wire

Keep touching fire

Yearning for a burning, a bite.

Maybe it’s venom that sustains me

Even though it pains me.

I like your hands around my neck

In between ecstasy and smack.

Keeps me on track. Or off.

Grass is better than tarmac.

I’ll keep running in circles either way.

The air around me pungent with your words.

All absurd

And sweet but not in equal measure

The good old pain/pleasure

The undulating pulse of your tongue.

Wringing.Wringing. Wrung.

Maybe I’m just vapour, a smoke

The joke.

A joint in your story.

A silly pause, where you rested your mouth

Before moving south.

I try to do my steps. To get you out of my system.

But when there is nothing but hush

All I remember is the rush.

(C)Slumpless

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Is it me ?

When you’re fighting with everyone and you ask yourself “Is it me ?”

Maybe for once it’s not.

Maybe everyone

IS an asshole

And you’re finally seeing it.

But if everyone treats you badly

Is it because you let them ?

(C)Slumpless

But if everyone is an asshole…what are you ?

Ostrich

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I have paid the price for a half-life

A half thought.

A relationship fraught.

Together ? Or not?

He loves you. He loves you not.

Make a decision for f#*%k’s sake.

The ground won’t shake.

Then maybe we would have been ok.

Better rounded. Our depression unfounded.

Oh what a burden to carry

Did they mean to marry?

Wishing they would divorce

It couldn’t get any worse.

Not for me. Not for us.

A life undefined.

Something terribly wrong but not on paper

Never on paper. Too black and white.

Enough with this shite.

It’s not right. It never was.

Were you trying to protect us?

Or was it yourselves you were trying to save?

Neither one of you brave..

Enough. Enough.

Only now I can move on

Try not to do the same wrongs.

You’re still ostriches though

At least you’ll be grand

With your heads in the sand.

Not us. Definitely not me.

The blinkers are gone

The things I always believed , the same old song

No more. No more.

I want more.

So much more.

(c) Slumpless

 

Half-ass Bad-ass

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You’re not really a rebel, are you?

With your skull tattoos and lost soul vibe.

You sit on a bike that you can’t  ride

You smoke pot all the time so you can’t drive.

You walk with a swagger but have no sway

Your ridiculous stories give you away

Your ‘live in the moment’ constant retort

Although you really do nothing of the sort.

You like heavy-metal fine.. ok

You over insist that you’re not ‘gay’

You’re mean though

I’ll give you that.

Shut me out of life

Make me feel like a twat.

You’re a rebel without a reason

I committed no crime or treason.

I wanted you and that was all

Your worst crime was to pretend to fall

You’re full of crap and rather crass

You’re really not a good.. bad-ass.

(c) Slumpless

One Night

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‘Just one night’ he said ‘And then no more’

It hasn’t happened but I feel like a whore.

‘Just one time.. she won’t find out.’

It hasn’t happened but he’s still a lout.

‘But no more contact, no more texts

This is not a relationship

Just merely sex’.

Does he know I’m human

That I have heart?

Was I not clear about it from the start?

I have feelings and if we shag

He’ll throw me away like a dirty rag.

I’ll want it to be special

I’ll want it to be more

But I’ll be left lying at the door.

So he really thinks I want a one night stand?

I’d rather use my own right hand.

(c) Slumpless

 

Buck Off

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I fastened my soul to you a long time ago

And I can’t quite seem to undo the latch

Though you toss and kick

I still sit tight

Waiting for the time to be right.

Your rolling nerves just under my skin

Tell me there’s nothing left within

Not for me not for what we were

Of that you’re really making sure.

So jump and shake. Bruise and buck

One of these days I’ll stop giving a f#%*$

(c) Slumpless

 

Fiddle Dee Dee

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Fiddle dee dee

I’m filled with glee

My pockets are full

My life is free

Fiddle dee doo

I don’t care about you

Your lack of life

Won’t give me any strife.

Fiddle and fun

My life is overrun

With all things good

No feeling of ‘should’

I was borne here by luck

And I know that may suck

But I’d rather bury my head in the sand

Than give you a hand.

(c)Slumpless