I’ve never felt
More myself
Than when I
Was alone
With you
Xxx
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’ve never felt
More myself
Than when I
Was alone
With you
Xxx
I’m not that girl
You used to know
I killed her off
Many moons ago
Now close your mouth
And dry your eyes
As life isn’t all beer
And scampi fries
I remember the day
We got the keys
Thinking the rest
Would be a breeze
But now I sit and rot
All alone
In what should have been
Our forever home
I know
That you’re
In love
With her
But please spare
A thought
For me
I know we
Were bereft
And that’s why
You left
But you were once
Everything
To me
Looking back
I think
I always knew
We’d never make it
Xxx
I remember
When you asked
And all too quckly
I said no
Now I wonder
Having made that blunder
Just how far
I would go
If you get
A chance
Of happiness
You should grab it
With both hands
Take it from one
Whose time
Has gone
And so completely
Understands
I hope you don’t mind me asking
He said
But do you think of me
At all?
I’ll remember that night forever
She said
But the rest
I can’t recall
If I could love anyone
She said
Then it would be you
But what’s inside me now
Is broken
And there is nothing
I can do
If we could go back
What would you do
Stick around for another
Drink or two?
Or would you leave me
There alone
And find someone else
To walk you home
There’s no use
In contemplation
Or any sense
In looking back
All there is
Is madness
That belongs firmly
In the past
When I first started
Posting here
I was struggling
To hold on
A deep sadness
Had engulfed me
And all
Of my hope
Was gone
My partner
Of nigh on
Twenty years
Had died
Just four months
Before
My heart
Was broken
And my life,
A token,
I was failing
To endure
Because, you see,
He'd been taken
From me
In the most horrific way
To witness
If you've never seen it
I can tell you,
With feeling,
Cancer's a cunt
Of an illness
So I began
To write again
As a way
To express
My emotions
Thinking,
At best,
I might get
Some rest
By recording
My rambling notions
I knew
From the start
Some readers
Would baulk
At the truths
That I'd lay bare
Suicidal thoughts
And self harm,
Of course,
All referenced
Without a care
But I had to be
Authentically me
And reflect
What I
Was feeling
Even though I knew
The words
I'd spew
May leave
More sensitive readers
Reeling
And yet here
I have found
Such a welcoming crowd
Who've helped me
Hugely
When times were tough
For their patience,
Kindness,
And understanding
I could never
Thank them
Enough
So if you find
From here on in
That I'm no longer posting
As often
Please know that you are,
In no small part,
The reason
I've started
To soften
And as for me
Well, I will see
If I can continue
To reduce
My pain
But I'll take
Some comfort
And feel
A little triumphant
Knowing,
At least,
I entertained
❤️
That’s the problem
With the past
As humans,
We tend to rose tint it
When in actual fact
If we really look back
It wasn’t quite like
How we wished it
Misrepresentation
The old days
Weren’t that good
Trust me,
I remember
(Originally Posted 27.02.2020)
“I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.”
– Meredith Grey
You can stop
Telling me
That it helps
To talk about
This shit
As you have
No notion
Of why
I’ve chosen
To keep
A lid on it
The Shrink
The
pain
is
buried
so
deep
She
said
I
don’t
think
it’ll
ever
re-surface
Then
we
should
leave
it
where
it is
He
said
Breaking
your
heart
(again)
isn’t
worth
it
(Originally Posted 21.02.2020)
“But my heart, it won’t do babe
It won’t do, without you”
“How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense…”
– Kafka
“There shouldn’t be this radio silence
But what are the options?”
“You cannot stir things apart”
– Thomasina
‘I was sick and tired of everything
When I called you last night from Glasgow’
So much changes
When your partner dies
Infinitely more
Than you would ever realise
Soul Bar(e)ing
I mourn
the loss
of us
Even more
than the
loss of
you
(Originally Posted 23.01.2020)
I can get through
Most days now
Without crying
Over you
But sometimes it hits
Like a ton of bricks
And there is nothing
I can do
Recurring
The tears I cried
When you died
Will never fully dry
For with each day
Dawns a new array
Of pain I can’t deny
Xxx
(Originally Posted 22.01.2021)
It’s hard at times
For me to explain
As I want to protect you
From feeling my pain
And it’s never your fault
When I’m triggered like this
But when you hold my hand
It reminds me of his
‘Hand In Glove’
Some days
your hand
fits
perfectly
in mine
Our love
flows freely
and
sparkles
like wine
Some days
I can’t
bear
to hold
your hand
For
reasons
you
couldn’t
understand
(Originally Posted 21.01.2020)
“You know I’m tied to you
Like the buttons on your blouse”
“Watering down your pain so others feel less guilty is not being the ‘bigger person’.
It’s suppression. And it’s wrong.”
– Anon
It’s such a shame to see
He said
They just never stood a chance
It’s their own fucking fault
He said
For ever believing in romance
In Loving Memory
The girl you knew is gone
She said
Killed by love itself
You don’t need to tell me
He said
For I dug her grave myself
(Originally Posted 18.01.2022)
‘Oh, how can I forget you?
When there is always something there to remind me…’
‘Sometimes I forget I’m still awake
I fuck up and say these things out loud…’
‘Will you search through the lonely earth for me?
Climb through the briar and bramble…’
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see–
Then he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red–
That lead
Was as weighty,
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England–
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered,
He wondered,
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.
Shaking cream on Christmas Day while listening to Mary of the Fourth Form by the Boomtown Rats
Playing record
my Christmas present
shaking cream
after turkey treat,
lid open, cream spills,
Dad’s jacket ruined
Dad’s temper flares
record broken
Terrible Christmas.
Dad’s Version
Turn music down
Awful hangover
Sean shake cream
I’m starving
What happened?
You’re sorry!
Jacket ruined
My Christmas present
That’ll teach you.
Terrible Christmas.
– Sean Hughes
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