He has never been loved. He tries it on Shrugging his shoulders to slip beneath its heavy weight, Admiring its warmth, that cozy glow. He feels safe. Powerful. He turns to the side, Admiring himself for the first time Drinking it in. He’ll never take it off He tells her. Tells himself. This is not an everyday …
“Of course you’re not perfect. And neither am I.” My partner looks me straight in the eye, wiping the torrent of tears from my flushed cheeks. “I don’t want perfect. Perfection isn’t real. I want you, exactly as you are. I want us. Two people who love each other, learning from their mistakes and doing their …
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I know you. At least, I did once. You are struggling and I can sense it, even now. Even after all this time. You still have a piece of my soul, entwined deeply with yours and it feels you when you writhe and moan in troubled sleep. You may not realise that you call my …
“In French, you don’t really say ‘I miss you.’ You say ‘tu me manques,’ which is closer to ‘you are missing from me.’ I love that.’You are missing from me.’ You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function …
The heavy smog of guilt surrounds me…slowly, silently. It suffocates my joy as I struggle to break free from the strangling noose it tightens around my throat. It’s hard to fight a ghost. It’s dark shape changes when I manage to catch hold of it, and it twists and turns in my desperate hands. I …
I was in love, I think With the possibility of you. With the romantic afternoons I dreamed we would spend Lost in each other. Lounging in bed, watching movies Snuggled under warm blankets, Flushed skin tingling with anticipation. We would get up only To make hot, strong tea. Playfully arguing over whose turn it …
“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.“ ~ Brian Andreas Love …
After I am gone from you Does the fresh whispered scent of me Linger gently on your clothes In your hair In your dreams? Does it conjure me to life, Transporting you to a world Of tangled limbs and playful blue eyes. Do you dream that I lay next to you Head resting on your warm chest …
As I reflect back on 2014, the stand outs for me are: grief, loss, change, growth, creativity, love. This year has stolen loved ones from me. Death permanently took a piece of my heart, and my world was completely shattered beyond recognition. Everything that I thought I knew turned out to be wrong. My well defined …
“I’m seeing a counsellor.” My face burns and I look down at the floor. I don’t want to see the pity reflecting in your eyes—I know what you think. At least, I tell myself a story about what you think. My counsellor taught me that. He also explained to me what other people think of …