19 – Tuberculosis: The Greatest Hits


I don’t want to sound cruel,
But I’d much rather
Share in your misery.
You might call it nostalgia:

Hey, remember the time
When you drank all that wine,
Passed out on the floor,
Left me to account for
The glasses you broke
And a kitchen floor soaked
With red wine and vinegar?

Shall we try again?

Remember when
You told your friends
That I’d hit you?
The lie you’d commit to
So you could pretend
That you were a victim,
That I was where your problems stemmed?

Perhaps. Perhaps
I could waste my breath
Laying into you,
But I [should] have better things to do.


About DickensianJack

Born in Wolverhampton in November '93, moved to Huddersfield in September 2012. Studying at the University of Huddersfield. In love with the town - simple as that. As for the blog itself, I've been doing bits and pieces of writing (with varying quality) for a few years. A friend suggested I start a blog to share my work. Most of the stuff on here is poems, but there's other work interspersed on the page. Feel free to leave any comments on my work. Twitter: @DickensianJack (Jack Dickens) Facebook: www.facebook.com/dickensianjack Cheers, enjoy.
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