In a slight veer away from the feel of 'Bob's your uncle...and your lover', here's my attempt at some serious poetry.....

 

ROSE CHEEKS

 

Wake up in the morning with Rose cheeks

Don’t want to let go, he looks so sweet

Temptation resisted cause I don’t want to lose

Could have been different if it weren’t for the booze

 

Cold-fronted, dismissive, I brush him aside

Mixed messages hiding what’s really inside

If I was just honest I’d probably come unstuck

But I’d rather be friends than a Friday night fuck

 

I can’t let it start

Cause I’d fall in to deep

I stick to my side of the bed

Then kiss his face whilst he’s asleep

 

Downed in 2 at 7am

Drowned in the blue of his blood streaked phlegm

A shared self-destruction, common fears

2 seperate nights always ending in tears

 

Wake up in the morning with Rose Cheeks

A false sense of security – deluded that it tastes so sweet

It’s not me. So they keep telling me.

 

Kidding myself, I’m weak and naive

A made-up fantasy I want to believe

But he’s an addiction I want

And in attempt to forget

My mouth meets the bottle and leads to tears of regret

 

Inbred rejection and oblivious acts

Never knew if he cared.

Make my assumptions with no proof of the facts

 

A friendship I fear is now null and void

The temptation I thought I’d learnt to avoid.

And given a chance I’d ignore head over heart

But what draws me in, would tear us apart.