We talked until the wee hours again last night…

… you’ll never know how much I love you, how much your pain is my pain and that watching you go in and out of your dark night of the soul these past years tears me apart inside. But keep coming back to talk to me, don’t ever stop, I want you to always feel more

35 was my lucky number:

Maybe it was time to go back, She knew he would be there waiting for her, But then she remembered his emotional betrayal, She hadn’t rekindled their connection for that! She was trying to improve her life, Not to take a step back.   There are silent battles and steep hills, But she’s spread-eagled on more

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I get to the mornings,

And the poison leaks away from the black nights,

If I really loved myself,

I wouldn’t keep putting myself through this,

But there’s this hope

That what we have transcends all,

Does it?

I’m not sure my mirror will keep lying,

And so I wait . . .

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A new technique…

… that’s going to change her life, From now on she won’t be able to remember, The evil men, the nightmares, the monsters, The Therapist promises; From now on a new life full of hope & wonder.   She wakes up the next day, Who is she? The memories have gone, But so has she! more

My son’s first love:

I saw it all through his eyes, How he waited for her, Nervously, holding his breath, His first love, The one who would capture his heart, How he thought he was “better off dead,” Than twiddling his thumbs in the shadowlands, “She will come, my son, With your name on her heart, my child, But more

Colder than the coldest blizzard!

My own little boy, Inside of me and yet not part of me, He belongs to her that would run away, “I’m crying because I miss her,” He tells me and my heart does a backflip, “That’s my nightmare: my mum’s gone away,” He confides in me and my heart cries silent tears, If ever more

The Gelatinous Toad:

Watch out for Mr Stingy,

You’ll not notice it at first,

But watch the smirk spread,

Across his face when,

You’re always going for your purse.

 

He always has excuses,

To not be able to pay,

No gifts, no flowers,

No words of love,

Ha, that means he won’t get laid!! 🙂

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Domestic Violence:

The cycle of domestic violence is terrifying to live with. You can tell if the person has genuinely changed (and that it’s not just the ‘honeymoon’ or ‘hoover’ phase) because there will be remorse, they will take responsibility for their actions and there will be talk of accountability rather than blaming everything onto the victim.

 

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Mid-life:

I wish things could go back,To the way they used to be,Before I became this person,I don’t recognise anymore.Life was a sweet treat,And maybe I was in denial,About certain things,But the tomorrows,Were full of bountiful hopes,And nothing seemed insurmountable.This skeleton staff is being,Stretched too thin,And I drift into tomorrow,Like a ghost that has a dim more