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No spring chicken
I’m no spring chicken
so I know how this’ll go
the untwining of lives
until We
are just him
and me
not Us
kitchen cuddles
gone
surprise morning sex
gone
that awareness of each other in the room
when we’re out
gone
the small things have started to matter
“it’s your turn to cook”
“I paid for dinner last time”
“why do you always wear that”
they tell the story that’s coming
plain as day
love is leaving
somehow infidelity would be cleaner
when we were young
we thought love
died like Romeo and Juliet
with vials of poison
and cruel fate
and all that
nonsense
but no
love dies
with honesty about shit
you used to
lie about
so I know how this’ll go
the untwining of lives
until We
are just him
and me
not Us
kitchen cuddles
gone
surprise morning sex
gone
that awareness of each other in the room
when we’re out
gone
the small things have started to matter
“it’s your turn to cook”
“I paid for dinner last time”
“why do you always wear that”
they tell the story that’s coming
plain as day
love is leaving
somehow infidelity would be cleaner
when we were young
we thought love
died like Romeo and Juliet
with vials of poison
and cruel fate
and all that
nonsense
but no
love dies
with honesty about shit
you used to
lie about
Published 24th Feb 2011
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Anonymous
24th Feb 2011 11:27am
You fucking said it man. The last four line's are a killer.......
- Jer
- Jer
24th Feb 2011 11:54am
24th Feb 2011 1:30pm
you were lying/trying to convince yourself. well put.
(however, i'm of the opinion we should all put our issues aside for the occasional morning rollick.) [:
(however, i'm of the opinion we should all put our issues aside for the occasional morning rollick.) [:
24th Feb 2011 11:15pm
Agreed...a lady should never let a failing relationship get in the way of the happy place :-)
Thanks J.
Thanks J.
24th Feb 2011 1:35pm
That is a fine write. A fine write indeed. Well put, well placed and well perceived.
24th Feb 2011 11:18pm
Thank you sir...one for the appreciation of those of us who have had the misfortune to live a little bit...
:-)
:-)
24th Feb 2011 3:46pm
'when we were young
we thought love
died like Romeo and Juliet
with vials of poison
and cruel fate
and all that
nonsense
but no
love dies
with honesty'
Mercilessly beautiful and cruel. Well done, friend.
we thought love
died like Romeo and Juliet
with vials of poison
and cruel fate
and all that
nonsense
but no
love dies
with honesty'
Mercilessly beautiful and cruel. Well done, friend.
24th Feb 2011 11:16pm
Sometimes truth comes out a little brutal...never mean it that way really, just like the words stripped out...thank you my dear :-)
25th Feb 2011 2:24am
25th Feb 2011 2:29am
My dear, we ladies of the written word would recognise each other anywhere...and thank you :-)
28th Feb 2011 4:55pm
24th Mar 2011 5:16am
7th Dec 2013 9:09pm
I agree, we don't like to hear the truth about how we are. Our egos can't take it. Good poem.
