What will it take for me to wake up and smell the coffee? When will I begin to value my life? If jumping out of a police station bathroom window isn’t enough to set alarm bells ringing, than what will? I need to stop, I need to breathe then regain control over my life, I … Continue reading who am I? (BRB)
Autumn – stripping me (poem)
As I look to the sky with blurry sight, I think to myself, you were probably right have I lost control of my life? And as Autumn strips the leaves from trees This season is stripping me As I look towards this empty field, I ask myself, when will I heal? Have I lost the … Continue reading Autumn – stripping me (poem)
The Words – bastard in Paris (poem)
All you did was take but what more could I give to you? You already had me bleeding and not sleeping because of you I guess I knew when you called me a ‘bastard’ in Paris That whatever me and you once had died on that damn bridge All the time I’m plastering a smile … Continue reading The Words – bastard in Paris (poem)
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 Words – flooded (poem)
My tears fell onto your hands, clamped around mine, I cried, for all the hurt, For all the love, For all the time, My tears filled up your collar bones, Trickled through your chest, Pooled around your feet, And made our bedroom wet, Flooding, Flooding, Flooded.
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 Words – like a wolf (poem)
I replace the memories like dark over light afraid I’ll never get them back you are gone like the changing moon like a wolf roaming free with its pack
