I wrote about him and then deleted it all. Everything I had written just felt so irrelevant when I read it all back and I know my book and blog are full of the irrelevant, but I’ve never wanted to delete something as much as I did today. Delete the words, delete the guy. My … Continue reading I wrote about him
Paris, city of love… smoking cigarettes on balconies, a coffee shop on every corner, a city full of art, sculpture and fashion, passion, excitement, history and a city I have visited twice before with ex-lovers… and most recently on my own…. Urgh!! This is all I’ve got to offer and its pissing me off! It … Continue reading Cigarettes and Wine (Paris)
If I strip myself from the bones, will you piece me back together? I could lie and say I’m not needy, but I’ll need you more than anything. I scuff my knees so often from tripping over my words, will you catch me every time? If I lie and say I don’t love you will … Continue reading Dear Future Love
Hey folks! So, I've been asked a lot about my poetry book that I have been working on 'The Life And Death Of Love' and how it started, so as you can see in these pictures it started what feels like years and years ago (probably because it was) in notebooks like these! I have … Continue reading Images – the beginning
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.