Don’t Give Me Wild Weekends - Darragh Coady

poem read by Timothy Arliss OBrien

Don’t Give Me Wild Weekends
Darragh Coady

I’m good now

With the potential to be better

And a promise to be brilliant

Something went amiss along the way

Getting caught

Up in the grander scheme of things

In our lives

And promises wilted like roses in a

Waterless vase

Don’t give me wild weekends every weekend

I’m waking now from this

Cold, dark slumber

I want to start over

If not pure, at least cleansed

Oh, how

I am aching now

To be pulled right under

The current of love

The grass isn’t greener

But the possibilities are far more

Infinite in your company

Oh, how

I am aching now

To be pulled right under

Your spell

But, please

Don’t give me wild weekends every weekend

I want the quiet nights in, on the couch with you and pizza

Re-watching our favourite memories

We can yearn for extended lie-ins at the weekend

Where we hold each other and say nothing

Then say everything with a look

How I’ve fallen now and am pulled

Right under

Your spell

Your spell

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