Notes

2am

damnit, just write.
write as if the beat of your fractured heart depends on it.
write as if revelations run cold and aphotic through your veins.
this is not the place for perfection. this is not the time for lies.
this is 2am – time for unapologetic oblivion, irreverence and wild rebellion,
ink smeared fingers, dark music and darker dreams.

Notes

I loved you

I loved you.
Wholly. Utterly.
And in more ways
than you deserved.

Notes

done

all I can see are
his words:

“i’m done with you.”

he is done with me.

he used me
and now
he is done.

Notes

fumbling

“most days I am
fumbling in the dark
searching for keys to a
love i can not
and should not drive”

Notes

whisky

 

his music was like
whisky, that
sometimes she
drank to remember
and
sometimes she
drank to forget

 

Notes

there was a time

 

there was a time
for biting your tongue
for sliding into the shadows,
apologising for
every heartbeat
every misstep
swallowing lumps in your
throat like
burning sugar
as if the world cared about
what made you cry

 

Notes

x

 

today was
a playlist marked x
inside of a
folder full of
fuck you

 

Notes

tell me

 

tell me where it hurts
she said
how long have you got
i replied

Notes

mirror

 

you were my mirror
but when i looked again
you were never there

 

Notes

dust

 

this was the day she had
waited for
when she would walk into the
desert,
the dust of his ashes
underfoot
the taste of him finally
gone
from her tongue