We was
Today now was is now
I am not what’s discarded
I am what to you is no more
I am something to someone
Not you I’m sure
I’m definitely me to myself
And that’s something that you can’t change at all.

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We was
Today now was is now
I am not what’s discarded
I am what to you is no more
I am something to someone
Not you I’m sure
I’m definitely me to myself
And that’s something that you can’t change at all.

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If love were only a feeling,
there would be no forevers—
because feelings are fleeting.
Love is a verb.
Love is a choice.
Love is an action.
Love is being soft when you want to yell,
because you can’t stand to see your lover in pain.
Love is spilling the truth
when you’re so used to telling lies to everyone else.
Love is speaking when something feels wrong,
so you don’t give distance the chance
to ruin what you have.
Love is remembering
your partner prefers green apples over red.
It’s being vulnerable even when you’re scared,
because showing who you really are
only brings you closer.
You love someone by doing—
by consciously choosing them,
every single day.
Love isn’t a feeling.
It’s a practice.
A decision.
A thousand small yeses
made every day
to the same person.
My life to this point
Hahahahahahahahahah
If only it was that clear!!!!!

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Grief Without a Funeral
They say there are five stages of grief: Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. I always thought grief followed the death of a person. I was naive to believe it couldn't sneak up on you. Death and loss go hand in hand. The Grim Reaper doesn't have to greet you for the cycle to begin. I look back and see the signs. Did I refuse to see them before? Or were my eyes so clouded with grief that it blended into the shade of gray that took over the world? Denial was presented as belief in the world I thought I knew, the words I heard, the trust I would never let go of. Anger was a quiet rage, a fire that grew inside of me. I burned those close to me. Thought I could set the streets ablaze. It came and went. Sometimes I wish I could still pour the embers from my finger tips. Maybe then they would have never frozen over. Bargaining is the easiest to see. You just need to know where to look. You can only hide so much between the margins of broken nights and dust you haven't moped away yet. Depression is something I can't explain. Can the stages happen simultaneously? Could that be why the storm won't weather? The true leash that tethers me to m spot. Today I present you acceptance, which I have renamed numbness. Acceptance means peace... that you are okay with what has happened. I am not okay. I am not sure when I will be. I just have nothing left to give. I can sit and wait. But what am I waiting for exactly? I could repeat the cycle over again if I so choose. What will that get me? It won't get me what I need. It hasn't thus far. I once wrote about doing the same thing with the same result, wondering how long it would take to go insane. I no longer want to live in a state of psychosis. So numbness is what I choose. Detachment. The saddest tragedy in my story, I believe A beautiful disaster. I have more words, but are they even worth saying?
Where will the words go and why.
Yes, I have more words, but why??
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I was unable to walk
Unable to talk
Death was my companion
2 wives were it exposed to
Funny, they couldn’t live without me when I was dying
But the found the strength to throw me when the money was there for the taking
I was informed I don’t understand
And I indeed do not,
It’s for my benefit they
They must untie the knot,
Why save me from death
Just to scrape my heart raw,
Why rape me of wealth
The ones I did adore,
Tis pain my bedfellow now
Not wife one or two,
My life that much more shallow
Now alone in pains remorseless hue
I suppose that will have to do

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the murder of a love or a burden
a gunshot to the memories
now our days are passing while we stare at different ceilings
if i’m so good at cutting things off
why the bleeding never stops?
my nightmares are all about the things i’m missing out on or have lost
Forgive yourself
Very wise words ...
I’m at the park where once we both sat,
Hamburger and fish cocktails this time.
No scallops, no chips,
Not the same now I find.
I woke again alone, you far from me,
No more our house a home,
Only a relationship travesty.
Each day I’m lost, acting like I’m around,
If only you’d known the pain so profound.
I’m here not really but beyond here I must go,
A future ahead confounds me,
A present all I can flow.
Your contact devastates me,
Devasdatingly so, your face would surround me but now never more I know.
I warned this is madness and for me I do so now show,
A loss that surrounds me and may never let me go.
I warm I cold I feel each day go but this loss that surrounds me is more than i can stop grow.
I hope this is the joy and culmination of your dreams,
Ten years and your money will surround you but not with me I fear.
All trust and love you abounded is as hollow as coldest frost snow.
I died
Once
Twice
Three times
No Angel
A wife said your mine
I’ll keep you I’m able
I came back to life
To her to be near
Now she says I’m not
Who she can stand to be here
Death my friend
I’m sorry I let you go
Come back again
Let’s have another show
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My eyes are empty
My heart is too
No more is the vision
Of once I woke to
Gone, the way of water a drain ran through,
Gone unholding, my hands had once knew,
Gone, only longing
A memory now blue,
The colours are gone,
Only now Grey and Blue,
Eyes now starved of the joy they once knew.

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You said
I love you but i can’t live with you
I want to be single
Your killing me
I don’t want to be married
You can’t look after me
No money is worth this
Have you found somewhere to live
I might come back to you
I’ll always love you
I want the house signed over to me
How much money do you need
I didn’t want a divorce
All I wanted was a separation and separate finances and not live with you but I still want to be married
I can’t meet your new granddaughter
I want you out by 25/12/25
It’s my house not yours
I don’t know what I’m doing
To my children you said
Your father is happy with the way things are, I have to have change, he has to leave
I said you need to see a specialist
You and I can stop seeing solicitors
Lets just take a step back
You said
NO
I know what I want
I want you out and my house in my name
And now it will be
You will have the house but not me
For in all of these words
Not a hearts gift occurred
Not my love utterred once
Just my name ruthlessly pronounced
Lie letters portrayed
A solicitor’s trade
No love is there here
Just want of our joint value commandeered
Full crocodile tears
To beget what is so endeared
I wish you happiness and joy
Without me underfoot or coy
I’ll be nowhere near
Lets hope that in my future you disappear
No longer my cheeks will have tears,
Hopefully not for many years
I’ll move on and dispel
Any memories of your spell.
Words
Our gift to ourselves