11-15-2012, 06:23 PM
kk this is a change for me..kinda a huuuuge one..as most me other stuff wos either bollox/not understood/cliched to fuck..kk basically shite, in a moment of PMT fuelled pissedoffness i got rid of it...now after much head scratching,wikiing,googling,shouting,screaming,reading,dreaming..i come up wit this
Accountancy
The row, the fight, the argument
Is over (or we is just re-arming)
Regretful silence fills the void
How did it come to this ?
How can 2 people who love each other,
Throw spiteful wounds so easily ?
The door is slammed
I stand in the aftermath
Head down, arms folded
Leanin against the kitchen sink
Am thinking if I should be crying or not
But these eyes is firmly dry
I know am not even gonna say sorry
I never do
Would like to say is cos I said it over an over when I lived under abuse
But I never did, even antagonised making it worse
Me own way of pushing back
He'll be back, I know, with meant apologese
An I will, with relief an heart felt sigh, accept them
Wish I could roll forward to the gentle caressings of pillow talk
"Ripping strips of each other" Makes me smile
Only is in a pathetically sad way
Knowing I'll put it aside to use in some shitty poetical confessional
An here it is
Thank god I aint a catholic
Would never be out the booth
But I can't see how a hail Mary helps anyways
Spesh from some bloke who knows fuck all about relationships
I pick up the crumpled catalyst from the floor
Barclays bank in blue logo
The rest, thick black an red lettering
Exactly minus £1684.37p in arrears
To be charged £22 every 5 days while over our £1000 overdraft
Plus £20 for every returned direct debit
This don't include the £30,000 consolidation loan
Or the £10,000 van loan he needed just to work
It don't help that theres now so little work about
Sighning on, sighning off
6 week wait everytime for a pitiful handout
Ever increasing the debts
Thanks Fuckerz
We don't talk about me solutions
At first he laughed an joked it wos cool
Now he gets 'that look' in his eye
An every time I see it, I die a little more inside
With xmas coming, we both know it'll be coming
Turkey with all the trimmings leaves a bitter taste
When it comes courtesy of Rhino's
I flick on the kettle, hot raging waters bubble
I sit in silence of the aftermath
No music, no TV, alone in thoughts sipping coffee
Waiting
Wot the fuck else is there to do
Accountancy
The row, the fight, the argument
Is over (or we is just re-arming)
Regretful silence fills the void
How did it come to this ?
How can 2 people who love each other,
Throw spiteful wounds so easily ?
The door is slammed
I stand in the aftermath
Head down, arms folded
Leanin against the kitchen sink
Am thinking if I should be crying or not
But these eyes is firmly dry
I know am not even gonna say sorry
I never do
Would like to say is cos I said it over an over when I lived under abuse
But I never did, even antagonised making it worse
Me own way of pushing back
He'll be back, I know, with meant apologese
An I will, with relief an heart felt sigh, accept them
Wish I could roll forward to the gentle caressings of pillow talk
"Ripping strips of each other" Makes me smile
Only is in a pathetically sad way
Knowing I'll put it aside to use in some shitty poetical confessional
An here it is
Thank god I aint a catholic
Would never be out the booth
But I can't see how a hail Mary helps anyways
Spesh from some bloke who knows fuck all about relationships
I pick up the crumpled catalyst from the floor
Barclays bank in blue logo
The rest, thick black an red lettering
Exactly minus £1684.37p in arrears
To be charged £22 every 5 days while over our £1000 overdraft
Plus £20 for every returned direct debit
This don't include the £30,000 consolidation loan
Or the £10,000 van loan he needed just to work
It don't help that theres now so little work about
Sighning on, sighning off
6 week wait everytime for a pitiful handout
Ever increasing the debts
Thanks Fuckerz
We don't talk about me solutions
At first he laughed an joked it wos cool
Now he gets 'that look' in his eye
An every time I see it, I die a little more inside
With xmas coming, we both know it'll be coming
Turkey with all the trimmings leaves a bitter taste
When it comes courtesy of Rhino's
I flick on the kettle, hot raging waters bubble
I sit in silence of the aftermath
No music, no TV, alone in thoughts sipping coffee
Waiting
Wot the fuck else is there to do


I've just left a few thoughts here for you and I'll come back when it's not so early in the morning.

) but i think is a more intresting sentence to read than just "Throw spears so easily ?"