Chamomile Tea

It was late, my eyes still hadn't closed like they should have. I could feel his warmth beside me yet I'd never felt so cold as I watched the shadows change across the celling. My heart felt heavy as it kept me anchored to the bed. Pounding. Pounding. Pounding. The noise of my heartbeat was … Continue reading Chamomile Tea →

The Story – mr tease pt2

LINK TO PT1 The Story – mr tease ! He kissed me, and I kissed him, and the world fell away, when I came back to my senses all I could do was fumble for words but before I could say anything he was already talking, “look, I think you are a great guy, I … Continue reading The Story – mr tease pt2 →

The Story – stale chips

I was asked yesterday if there was one ex in particular that I regret things not working out with? I’ll admit, when the question first hit my ears I thought that I’d struggle to answer but as soon as my brain caught up I instantly blurted out his name, it shocked me at first because … Continue reading The Story – stale chips →

The Story – the masochist

I keep asking myself why it is that I struggle to write about you, I still talk to you and that’s super easy for me to do, sometimes too easy. Closure, or a lack of it, Is that it? Am I still hung up on the age-old question of ‘what if?’ how do you make … Continue reading The Story – the masochist →

The Story – you ran away

Do you remember the day you packed a suitcase and left me while I was at work? Just you, a suitcase and two of the cats? Do you remember what the note said that you left on the hallway side? Can you remember how much cash you left next to it like you were paying … Continue reading The Story – you ran away →

The Story – mr tease

I could hardly see, and music flooded my ears, bodies, heat, lights, the smell of sweat and dirt in the stuffy air. It was my 4th week in a row that I’d been here, and I was hooked, and best of all I was free. I was 18 and back living in my home town, … Continue reading The Story – mr tease →

The Story – 17, coming out

Being officially gay was still new to me, a strange feeling that I hadn’t given much thought to before, a closeness to another human that I never knew existed and I was hooked. To feel the touch of his hands on my bare skin and his kisses down my spine, the intensity in his blue … Continue reading The Story – 17, coming out →

The Words – hypocrite

Time passed, the space between us in bed got smaller, my heart got warmer, but my mind was still out of the game. We lost some pieces of the puzzle in the rebuild and as hard as I tried I just couldn’t find them. Love existed but my mind wandered, I became vacant and mentally … Continue reading The Words – hypocrite →

The Story – keeper of secrets

I remember her holding me in the car park of the gypsy caravan site, strength on her face but heartbreak in her eyes as she told me how much she loved me. I couldn’t hold them back any longer and they began cascading down my cheeks, I watched my mum grow smaller and smaller in … Continue reading The Story – keeper of secrets →

The Story – separate tracks

We never did get it right did we? yet you are still around, looking back at the jumbled history that is us, it's hard to put the pieces together, harder than all the rest. Maybe we were too complicated to comprehend? maybe there is just too much to remember? my mind presenting memories like a … Continue reading The Story – separate tracks →