on the phone to the woman
who makes me laugh
then a few texts
to that one from my past

just sometimes
it’s not the sex i need
just hold me,
and tell me that you believe

all i could do –
was peel back the curtains
in the hope that –
i would find so many

just tired
and i need to –
step off –
the fairground ride

your softness is what attracts me
however,
your ego and pride
i just cannot abide

childhood such as ours
where the let downs –
went on, after hours

life has changed so much
in these last few months
in ways –
which go far beyond my vision

every remark uttered –
from their vile gob
no matter what the words –
just tells you they’re a snob