Skyscraper it too the top, Steady feet on the floor, it’s too early too fall, The mind is a fragile place to be. Narcissistic all the way, He can’t save you go save yourself, Love is not here to torture but loneliness is…..run. Love makes you high, Lust makes you crazy, Loneliness makes you fall.
It’s something I’ve been thinking about today. I’ve been separated for 2 1/2 years now and most days I’m pleased of making my own decisions, marching to my own beat, answering to myself (and my mini me) and not sharing a bed with a snoring man… Now I just have an 8yr old, a dog
In June 2015 i decided my 12 year relationship was just shy of being utterly ridiculous in the way that if it was any more toxic, Donald Trump might have produced it himself! On my way through Desperationville, stopping at WTF creak, I decided that life for now was to make me, me again because
It shouldn’t hurt but it does, Escaped the brutal verbal punch Hours fly, days past and still I cry Over you and I’m unsure why. Daytime smiles and night time tears, ‘I’m fine, I’m tired’.. The lies I’d spill, Protect myself from the truth, You abused my soul, chucked away my youth. A legal thief
Mornings here it brought the dog, open my eyes, just exist. Wipe the drops and bury my face, Another day, life of lies and persist. Her smile gives off light and gives me hope , Grab my mask of which I hide And pray I learn to cope. Carry on, don’t give up….. All words
The last two weeks frankly have been a mine field when it comes too emotions, so many horrible things are happening in the UK. London, Manchester and then London again! How could anyone hate western civilisation so much that killing innocent children is justified. But!… In the wake of the devastating acts of sheer