The Third Time The first time you’re in love it’s impossible. You’re sure you’ve found what you’ve been looking for. You sacrifice so much to keep the one you love. Then you fall apart when they walk out the door. The second time you’re in love it doesn’t matter. You’re hesitant and hold back from the start. You’re not quite sure and you don’t give yourself fully, You can’t risk another broken heart. The third time you’re in love it is forever. You’ve learnt from mistakes made in the past. You may not be the first girl I have loved. But the way I feel inside, you’ll be the last.

Smile Smile, such a sweet smile, Like roses in full tender bloom, The aroma gently caressing the air, With a subtle removal of every care, Yet hiding thorns of private gloom. But I see you deeper than this, Your #life, a weaving charade. Of discreet serene pretence, Your smile your only defence, In the #life game that is played.

Love & Hate Love, What is it? What does it mean? Is it something we feel? Or is it something we know? Can you know Love? Can you feel Love? Who knows? Love is something we see, We see it in their eyes, But is it Love? Or is it Lust? If it is Lust, Then surely it’s trivial, Or is it? I don’t believe in Love, It’s all Lust. Isn’t it? Hate, Do we really Hate? Can we possibly feel Hate? And if we can How do we know? Do you Hate anyone? No I thought not, Not really. Hate may be a feeling of despise, Or maybe it’s jealousy? Are you jealous? They say that when you Hate You have a fire in your eyes. But all I see is embers, Just dying embers. I don’t believe in Hate, It’s all jealousy, Isn’t it? If Love became Lust And Hate became Jealousy, Surely then the world Would be a better place, Wouldn’t it?

I Wish Someone Would Care Hiding in my lonely room, I try to stay awake. Knowing that he’s coming soon, My fragile bones he’ll break. I’m brave this time, I won’t give in, But I hear the yells downstairs. It won’t be long before it starts again. I wish someone would care. The ticking of the frantic clock, The moonlight on my face. The crescendo of noise as the row erupts. If only there was some escape. And then I hear the dreaded sound, Of footsteps coming near. I imagine how his fists will pound. I wish someone would care. The final yell, the door explodes, And there he is once more. But what is this, something’s wrong? It’s not like it was before. He’s crying, shaking, looking hurt, His face is full of despair. I’m 6 years old, this is too much. I wish someone would care. And suddenly he seems so small, As he walks towards my bed. I see the pills left in his hand, Thoughts racing through my head. ‘I’m sorry boy’, he says to me. ‘Your mothers had an affair!’ I’m confused now, I’m scared, I’m small. I wish someone would care. He takes the pills washed down with beer, I counted thirty five. Still crying, he says to me, ‘I don’t want to be alive!’ I’ve not spoken yet, I dare not move. All I can do is stare. I need to get out, go far away. I wish someone would care. ‘I brought you these, I don’t need them now’. He drops the porn upon the floor. Suddenly he’s angry again, ‘Your mothers a fucking whore!’ ‘And you, you cunt, you fucking knew!’ Then he grabs me by my hair. Dragging, punching, he throws me down. I wish someone would care. The kicks come in, the pain is fresh. I wish that I were dead. But then he stops, sinks to his knees, Eyes rolling in his head. My mother arrives, she’s bruised and hurt. She says, ‘Go down fucking stairs!’ I really am too young for this. I wish someone would care. Not knowing exactly what to do, I make the emergency call. I answer the questions, give the address. I’m suddenly not so small. The medics arrive, I let them in, And show them both upstairs. Why the fuck am I doing this? I wish someone would care. It’s now tomorrow, He’s back at home, And not a word is said. They start drinking yet again, And they send me off to bed. And so the yelling one more night, I cower once again in fear. I ask once more, ‘Why is this my #life?’ Perhaps because no one cares.

The Beginner! Are you sure this is right? It’s awfully tight, And I can’t quite get it in. You got told by your friend So I’ll try once again, But I think your nose is too thin! Ok, I’ll try your ear, But, Oh my dear, That’s worse than it was before. Two hours so far To shag in this car, We should have just shagged on the floor. I know, Well both strip of bare And I’ll check down there, To find a hole that fits. You just relax, And stay on your back, And I’ll play around with your tits!! I’ve found one by gum! Oh no, that’s your bum. Wait a minute there’s a hole next door. It looks the right size, Not to big, Not too tight, I’ve found what we’ve been looking for! I’ll just slip it in, What’s with the grin? Oh right, you like it this way! You should have just said, We could have stayed in bed, And shagged and shagged all day!!