#danmuir

Places that belong to you Mornings, evenings Days that hurried past Dreams that should have lasted Moments, hours Slipping by as we Told each other secrets Somehow I'll never let go Of the memories Something always seems To remind me Of how it was Of what it was What it was All that was Laughter, love songs Footsteps that I hear Make me think you're near me Poems, pictures Letters never mailed Boats that never sailed Remember that even though we can't be together We're more for having loved one another We shared the sky We learned to fly Someday when someone else's arms are around us When time has put some distance between us The years will kindly show How memories come and go They ebb and flow like the tides There are quiet places in my heart Ever since we parted Gentle, tender Traces of a song Places that belong to you

To this day, I find it so hard to keep my distance from you... I want to talk you, so badly, and to tell you so many things... If my therapist's point of doing this exercise is to get my feeling's out, it wouldn't be honest to not share this feeling. We could be so good together. I still think that. For whatever reason, you chose a different path. I thought we could conquer the world. Anything felt possible with you. I thought we were supporting each other. We were buffered for so long from the realities of an increasingly harsh world. We didn't have a need to get out of our bubble. You made me feel safe, except until you didn't. When I knocked myself out in May 2023, maybe it was the jolt I needed to recognise that things weren't working. Maybe... We did try, maybe not hard enough. I'd hoped you had tried harder. Maybe I should have tried harder. By you telling our friends I should have divorced you was telling..., maybe you should have listened. Your lack-lustre effort did not motivate me.

2023

My head hurts... After my fainting Hospital visit, I now don't know how to even talk about these issues with Dan. Why? What changed? How did we get here... He wanted marry me. I was happy as we were.... The Grift... - in our House, - the Massage - the Park, - the Gym, - in Hotels, - at the Beach, - on interstate work trips, - on Social Media, - the manipulative Gifts, - the over-the-top Holidays, - the Love Notes

#talkofthetown

For a long time I was in love Not only in love, I was obsessed With a friendship that no one else could touch It didn't work out, I'm covered in shells

And all I wanted was the simple things A simple kind of life And all I needed was a simple man

I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean I don't know how it got to this point I always was the one with all the love You came along, I'm hunting you down If we met tomorrow for the very first time Would it start all over again? Would I try to make you mine?