Archives for the month of: November, 2012

I know that you hate yourself. I see the look in your eyes when you look at yourself in the mirror and I know you don’t see what I see. I can tell she’s made you feel like you’re nothing. I can’t even explain how seeing you cry makes me feel. It makes me hate her more than I’ve ever hated anyone.

Sometimes I get angry with you because you’re with her and she doesn’t appreciate you. I know she doesn’t tell you how special you are and how much you shine. You deserve to be told, over and over until you finally believe it, until you finally realise you deserve to be loved and looked after properly by someone better. You don’t understand the effect you have on people – the effect you have on me.

Please let me make you happy. I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.

You just need to leave me.


You’re fatally flawed, yet you have me floored.

Lies and subtle hints get me nowhere from what I’ve seen
Time to get out of here before I say something I actually mean

(I really like this. I wrote it a few weeks ago on a bus. I need to add to it/include it in something.)

I’m sitting on my delayed train staring listlessly at my reflection
Guy opposite me has the paper over his lap to hide the fact Page 3 gave him an erection
I just really want to get home so I can watch Obama win the US election
But my train is delayed by 4 minutes so now I’m gonna miss my fucking connection

Oh TFL, oh TFL
Why do you make my life so hard
Is it because I’m a student and I don’t have a piece of shit Oyster card?
Would it be such a crime
If I asked you to just make sure to make your fucking trains get here on time?
TFL, I hate you

(This got a great reception on Facebook.)