A touch of poison;

A kiss of death.

Your hugs were wreaths

Enclosed with regrets. 

Done and Dusted.

And at times, I miss you.

I miss how we stumble out of clubs,

Young, intoxicated, and didn’t give a fuck.

I miss the way you say goodbye.

I saw from your eyes,

I know sometimes you lie.

You’ve always fancied me,

You’ve always thought about kissing me.

I feigned ignorance,

I wanted to see your persistence.

You said to me you’re always honest,

But no —

Just this one,

You never would want bluntness.

Sometimes you held my hand,

And I know you wanted to hug.

I could hear you resisting your heart,

I wished you went with your gut.

There were many things strangely accurate.

You were right about me,

But never believed in us.

The number of times —

I bit my lips wishing

Instead it was yours.

The number of times —

You held me up,

Instead of holding me close.

Each time we denied our hearts

From every chance of never being apart.

And still sometimes, I miss you so so much.


Everyone’s got their vice.

A gentlemanly swindler.

A high-rolling miser.

A family-driven chauvinist.

A romantic cheater.

A glamorous gold digger.

A kind sex addict.

A life-loving drug abuser.

A religious cultee.

What you would see;

Always half of what it is.

They ask to fight or to flee;

Perhaps just let it be.


He said I’m cold,

But he made a mistake.

It’s a blow,

The things said were fake.

It has taken a toll,

The past has been raked.

I don’t know,

How long it’s going to take.

But don’t let that doubt grow,

For goodness sake.

I’m not cold,

And I’ve no hate.

Please let him know,

Before decisions are made.

‘Cause when I go

Through the exit gate,

It’ll be three hours or so,

To the relationship’s wake.


You used to bring me to places,

Places I’ve never been.

You brought me to meet people,

New people in the scene.

Now you lie about these places,

Places I’ve never seen.

And you lie about these people,

The people they’ve never been.


I needed to ignore my gut,

And perfect synergy of our natal charts.

You took fondness of my heart,

But your lies kept drawing us apart.


I guess I see it more clearly,

The kind of life you wanna lead.

You say it’s not time yet,

But honestly,

You could just say it’s no longer me.


A liar you are,

I am curious how you live.

Your conscience infested by filthy fleas,

Parasites on your heart – they leech.

You told me you’re coming back,

But you never did.

A fact, with me it doesn’t sit,

You may never realise what you miss.

It’s okay if you don’t like me,

But for Pete’s sake please don’t lie to me.


Kill her not with words,

But the depth of your eyes.

Romance her with actions,

Not the sound of them lies.

Join her not in bed,

But too, plunges and dives.

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