Master Of The Game


It was an exceptional
game you played

Reeling me in just enough
to keep me hooked

But not so close
that I struggled

You scattered just enough
bait to tempt me

But not so many
that my hunger abated

You said just enough
to make me feel special

But not so much
that I took it for granted

You were a puzzle
I thought I had solved

But you were gone long before
I saw the whole picture

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One Moment In Time


One moment is all it takes
for the scales to fall
from unseeing eyes
Like a snake moulting
you shed the skin
of countless untruths
masquerading as the truth

Finally you strip
from your bones
the pretence of the person
you never were
a role you played for so long
you never realised
when make-believe
became true
burying the real you
under a life you fashioned
out of a lie

But that one moment
set you free
One moment creating
the divide between
who you thought
you were
and who you can, at last,
let yourself be

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Still A Believer


I’m tired of soppy love songs
entwined hearts & red roses
pimpled young things
drooling over each other on the train
trying to merge into one another
as if there’s no space in the carriage
for two more bodies

It makes me sick
You could say I’m embittered or cynical
Some measure of truth in both
I’ve gone through that phase
I can’t see how anyone could emerge unscathed
Perhaps some escape with superficial burns
My scars run deeper

So I can do without protestations of fervent ardour
grandiose gestures that mean little
Share my silences, listen to what I don’t say
we’ll see if our definitions match
I still believe in love
just not the way I used to

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Clean Cut


Some ties
defy breaking
Frayed edges
clinging together
in a vain attempt
to keep
relationship’s fabric
from ripping

Snipping strands
that once bound
us together
is not to deny
they ever existed

Why not make
a clean cut
than allow bonds
to messily unravel

trailing threads
ragged edges
threadbare hearts

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A Million Pieces


I smiled and laughed
with nonchalant ease
I even indulged
in witty repartee

You were amused
It made me proud
You nursed your drink
I imbibed too much

I teetered
as I rose to leave
You put out your hand
I clung too long

As we went
our separate ways
I waited
for you to turn back

but you kept going
Your brisk steps
trod on my heart
breaking it into

a million pieces
once again

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The Silence Is Ours


Look closely, you will see
the throb at my wrist
You launched this drumming
reverberating in my blood

Put your hand on my heart,
feel it thud into your palm
Your touch aroused the beat
to which it marches

Hold me in your arms,
and the world will erupt
in a storm of our making
But we, safe in its eye,
can lay claim to the silence
that will follow

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Holding On To A Memory


I didn’t dare
to meet your gaze
unwilling to let you see
the longing in my eyes

I focused instead
on your hands
resting on the table

but I couldn’t reach out
to hold them
for fear I wouldn’t let go

So I let you walk away
And held on to your memory

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