Wednesday, October 22, 2014

lydiateasedale:

They have bound me with so many chains,
so much I couldn’t get away.
I’m breaking each link, one by one,
and I’m counting down to the day.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

lydiateasedale:

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What can I say?
I’m all at sea.
The stars and the moon:
all there just for me.
It’s one of those days
I just feel at peace,
when being myself
comes with such ease.

I used to write letters to everyone
of all the things I could never say.
I’ve never written one for you
because I can tell you anything.
I don’t think I have any secrets
from you, and that’s a first.
You made me realise
I’ve never fully trusted before,
it’s never felt like this.
This is, by far,
the best kind of love.

Recovery

I’ve been doing so well that I’m actually starting to forget. I’m reprogramming at last.

wither, decay, die.

lydiateasedale:

buying flowers is a lovely gesture
but they’re just going to die
and that’s a downer.

Monday, October 20, 2014

DNR

The shame nearly overwhelms me as I remember the last conversation we had before you slipped into this sleep.

“I gave up everything to be with you,” I’d growled. “Everything. And you won’t even fight this?”

The selfishness of it feels like a punch in the gut.

I watch your chest move up and down in a pale imitation of life and I cling to your hand.

Please wake up, love. Please don’t let go until the last thing I’ve said to you is how much I love you.

Please.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Do Not Cross

It was just after lunchtime on a quiet Thursday when he found it, half-buried in the long grass. It was a little piece of Remorse. It looked like a diamond, but he knew what it really was. As soon as he touched it he felt the emotion that had been so powerful that it had fallen to the grass in tears and turned to crystal, preserving one person’s agony for eternity.

A Message to my Past

lydiateasedale:

I was getting re-acquainted
with myself,
just before I met you.

I’d like to tell
the girl I was
that her struggle was worth going through.

She might have died
had she gone on
as she’d intended to.

(Imagine I could tell her now
that if she got better
she’d fall for you)

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