The last picture…

Was taken exactly 14 years ago. It was the beginning of a relationship that has shelved and defined every minute of every day since for me. It was the beginning of the highest and lowest point of my life. I have never fallen in love as hard and as fast as I did that time. We were 3 days in and I was besotted with her.

I have come to realise that my emotional instability at this time of year is due to me realising that I will never be as happy as I was in those few weeks. It cripples me, every time. I find myself looking at that picture, wishing myself back to that moment.

It also reminds me that two years later I would be at my lowest ebb, alone, surrounded by people that thought I was damaged and not worth saving.

These conflicting feelings have left me stuck for much of the time since. I feel like I’m still waiting for the good and bad to come around again to build me up and break me down. By putting this out there, I’m not seeking to drag up bad memories, I know I am the only one feeling this still, I just need to vent into the aether. I know no answers or solace will come from it, but by internalising it as I have, it just swirls around my brain.

Heart break cannot be avoided or underestimated.

Neither can falling in Love.

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Make me wonder where the time went.

You will not save me,
Be another stranger.
I will leave this empty handed
Feeling selfish, common as shit.
Leave me questioning where your heart lands
How you open-wounded withstand.


Leave me into some false pretense
I will ruin you in a second,
Leave it up to interpretation
Open-ended invitation
In your wedding, I can crush it
Whisper in your ear “God I missed you”


It’s been too much, I can’t stand it.
I won’t stomach it if I see you.
Walking so tall, I can’t reach you.
Happier pretty picture
With some new pretty little blue.

Crush all the things that I once loved.

delug-e:

when someone asks me what’s wrong

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Game day, off to the Emirates #AFC

  • someone: hey are you okay you look depressed
  • me: thanks it's the depression

When you want to break down

But you can’t because you’d have to explain why.

We’re both standing here
I’m doubled up with fear
The hardest words to try
But this love has got to stop

#RepeatAfterMe #Bow

Whiskey, Ice, Food. Quiet.