I’m not sure if I ever told him that I loved him. I have tried so many times to remember if I did. Not knowing, makes me even sadder. I did love him, and I loved him a great deal. But when you know your love will destroy their dreams, you remain silent. I was accused … Continue reading Lov’d Him
You’d set your own happiness on fire for the attention
We play a game of Russian Roulette, careful not to wake the dead, we know that even in death, there is no guarantee of sleep. My turn. Hand slightly shaking, I count backwards. 10, 9, 8, 7.. Will I or won’t I? 5, 4, 3, 2... I will! I pull the trigger! ‘click’. We laugh. … Continue reading Roulette
I tell you, 'I love you.' Your silence carries our ending to infinity
You are my first thought in the morning, the last in the evening, and the many thoughts in between.
He knew no love song or poem would ever be written for him; not even those written in his own words.
I woke up this morning still in love with you. How very frustrating.
I Googled myself today. All that stuff of me singing came up. I listened to it, cringing with each sung note. I have that moment where I realise that I am a no singer, not at all. You know, I really didn't want to sing, I did it for you. No, you didn't know that … Continue reading The Insta Singer
Sometimes I sing the words rather than write them...
Let me be the person that tells you, every single morning, that you are both beautiful and remarkable.
Some day people will ask, 'what inspires you the most?' I will turn, look at you, and without having to say one word, they all will know my answer.
You tell me that love is not always beautiful; a lie betrayed each time I look into your eyes.