‘It’s better
to have
loved and lost
than never to
have loved
at all’
‘You really
should just
shut your mouth
as, honestly,
you know
fuck all’
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
‘It’s better
to have
loved and lost
than never to
have loved
at all’
‘You really
should just
shut your mouth
as, honestly,
you know
fuck all’
In a perfect world,
There is someone for everyone.
You meet each other.
You fall in love.
And you stay together,
Forever.
Ours, however, is a cruel world.
There is someone for everyone,
But you might never meet them.
You might never fall in love.
And you might not stay together,
Forever.
Because they might die,
Before you do.
Then, you’re fucked.
I don’t want to ‘talk’ about it.
I don’t want to ‘express’ it.
I don’t want to ‘let it out’.
I want to keep this part for me.
A part that’s private.
A part that’s mine and mine alone.
As it should be.
I didn’t share my love and I refuse to share my grief.
So just piss off, the lot of you.
If I turn on the tap,
it’ll never stop flowing.
If I turn on the rage,
it’ll never stop glowing.
If I turn on my mind,
it’ll never stop knowing.
If I turn on my grief,
it’ll never stop showing.
It will never stop,
this seed I am sewing.
I’m just sitting here,
Waiting it out,
Biding my time.
Soon,
The axe will fall.
And it’ll all be over.
Thankfully.
Just smile and nod
Even if what they say
Makes no fucking sense.
It’s better to be polite,
After all,
Than to punch people
In the face.
You’ll always carry it with you,
The pain.You can try to wrap it differently.
Use an alternative box,
Choose a shiny wrapping paper.
Secure it with ribbon,
Even glue on a fucking huge bow,
If you like.But you’ll still carry it with you,
The pain.Like a gaudy present nobody wants to open.
An unwanted gift you can never return.
I promise myself
never again
every time
and every time
I believe it.
But the truth is
forgetting you is
a promise
I am powerless
to keep.
My body
decays
and
My mind
forgets
but
My heart
desires
and
My soul
awakens
Days off
are always
difficult.
There’s
so much more
time to fill,
without you.
So many
memories
of what we
used to do.
I’d rather
be at
work.
At least
there, I
get paid
to be
miserable.
The rubber ring
floats
towards me.
Thank you
for throwing
it down.
But I have
no desire
to grab it.
The rocks
in my pocket
are all
I need.
When you died,
My world stopped turning.
When you took your last breath,
My life became meaningless.
As the ongoing battle towards my own death continues,
I’m numb to everything and everyone.
I trudge along…
Feigning my interest,
Forging my desire,
Faking my love.
It’s when it comes from nowhere,
that’s the worst.
The hysterical sobs that hit without warning.
When I’m driving and our song comes on the radio.
When a letter arrives and it’s addressed to you.
When I find a pair of your socks in my drawer.
My throat constricts,
as my lungs compress.
My stomach lurches,
as my heart laments.
And my eyes burn as I drown, slowly, in my own tears.
Still hoping,
Still waiting,
Still holding,
Still wanting.Still thinking,
Still grieving,
Still trying,
Still giving.Still caring,
Still feeling,
Still crying,
Still fighting.Still breathing,
Still living,
Still believing,
Still loving.
Time marches on
As I come undone
And my memories fade further away.
I try to hold on,
To ignore the loaded gun
As I trudge through another day.
It's a long way to the bottom
from all the way up here.
As I stand and shiver
I can't help but think...
What happens if I change my mind
halfway down?
Powerless to leave
or
making a choice to stay.
There is a difference.
If home
is where
the heart is,
then I’m
currently
of no
fixed abode.
You wish you could fix me,
But you can't.
I wish I would let you,
But I won't.
I don’t really want to die.
At least I don’t think I do.
I just want the pain to stop.
Every day is a battle I have less and less desire to fight.
Every day is an experience I have less and less desire to enjoy.
Every day is a puzzle I have less and less desire to complete.
I just want that spark back.
I just want you back.
I just want you.
It’s unmanageable, how much I grieve for you.
It’s uncomfortable, how much I can’t move on.
It’s unsettling, how much I hate you for leaving me.
It’s undignified, how much I cry for you.
It’s unbearable, how much I still love you.
I laughed today.
Hard.
Tears ran down my face,
Dizziness overtook me as my muscles ached from the strain,
And I thought I’d never breathe deeply again.
I cried today.
Hard.
Tears ran down my face,
Dizziness overtook me as my muscles ached from the strain,
And I thought I’d never breathe deeply again.
As I soldier on,
as best I can,
the simultaneous existence
of conflicting emotions,
slowly kills me.
The days march on,
But I trail behind.
Out of step,
Out of place,
Out of time.
The girl in the river,
She never thought she would be.
The girl in the river,
She didn’t want you to see.
The girl in the river,
She just wanted to be free.
The girl in the river,
She is me.
The ghosts that haunt my every day
Will plague my future too
I do not know if I can stay
As I’m fucked here without you
I’ve always been troubled.
Born with a darkness at my core.
An ugliness seeping through every fibre of my being.
My body infected with an overall malaise.
I’ve learned, over the years, to hide the monster from most.
Although your death has left me in free fall,
The fact I hate myself and want to die is nothing new.
That’s how I know I can get through this.
And that I’ll be ok.
I’d never realised
the word heartbreak
was meant literally,
until now
Something has to give,
For me to find a reason to live.
Something has to change,
For me to avoid the firing range.
Something good has to come,
For me to choose not to succumb.
Something better has to start,
For me to stop tearing myself apart.
Some other story must be told,
For me to finally come in out of the cold.
Mornings are the worst.
Trying to muster the energy to get up, get dressed and leave the house.
Trying to summon the confidence to get through yet another day without you.
To be honest, I’d rather not bother.
But I suppose I do have bills to pay.
And I do have to feed the cat.
I
still think
about you
everyday
You
are the one
I will never
forget
I
am the one
you have already
forgotten
You can stop writing your pithy little poems, for your soul mate isn’t dead.
Your tears need no longer flow.
Your heart can beat again.
It’s an April Fool,
You fool.
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