Friday, 15 November 2024

Chaos


 I don't understand at times, how such coolness and calmness can cause chaos.

The Moon is a lot like me.

Thursday, 14 November 2024

Star


What will I do when you are not there anymore?

What will I do? 

Who will send me flowers, without any reason? 

Who will send me books on my birthday? 

Who will I send my poetry to? 

Who will read it and tell me "It's beautiful"? 

Who will ask me how I am, and notice that I'm quiet for days? 

My world is going to become very quiet and lonely without you. 

Realisation


Tears.
Why?
Because I've just understood the level of disrespect that was given to me. 

Wednesday, 13 November 2024

Empty


Everything around me is a memory of you. Everything is a ghost that haunts me. Mocking me, saying 'nothing lasts forever, what made you think forever was with him?'

Monday, 11 November 2024

Loudly


 "I can't, you see. I can't go back to how it was. I'm not the same person anymore. And don't get me wrong. It killed me, it really did. It killed us, but you didn't see what you did. You didn't get that I knew all along. I was giving you time. Time to straighten yourself up and to realise that you're about to lose me. And you did. And now you know, oh boy, do you know of how good it all was and how you threw it away. So now that I'm not there anymore, please move on and move out of my way. I need to live loudly."

Sunday, 10 November 2024

Heal


Give yourself time 

Give your mind grace 

Learn to heal

Nobody can do that for you

No superficial attachment that you may want as 'being in love' will fix your life for you 

Yes you're lonely and yes you need to be around people

But learn sit with yourself first

Work through the loss, the loneliness and the grief

Come out the other side  and then see the abundance of attraction and what is real

We have been there and we have come through it

So can you



Friday, 8 November 2024

Your Side


 At night, I'll move to your side of the bed. It makes me sad when I do this, because it's still your side, but you aren't coming back. 

And on cold nights, I'll tuck my blanket under my body, coccoon myself up. I then hear your voice saying to me "Here, cover yourself, you're cold" and you'd wrap me up so I am warm. But you won't do that now because you aren't coming back. 

And some nights I think maybe it's all a bad dream and I'll wake up with you being on your side, but it won't ever happen, because you aren't coming back. 

Mine

These words that I pen are not about you.