Times Like These by Ian Lewis Copestick

It's only at times like these that I feel lonely,

Drunken nights, in the early a.m.

When I think of the things I've lost, and only

That I'll never see them again.

That I'll never find another lover,

Who'll understand me like she did.

But I don't know if I want another,

I feel like keeping myself hid.

I don't know if I could risk it again,

That much hurt, that much sorrow..

I need love, but I fear pain.

I'll see how I feel tomorrow.

I really don't think I've got the emotional strength

To go through another relationship.

I wonder where all of my romance went.

But, really, I don't give a shit. 

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 49 year old writer (I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting,  thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash.