Sunday, 18 November 2012

This is unbearable anguish.


My life feels empty. How do you move on from someone when all you want is to be with them; when the only reason to move on from them is because they ended it with you, even when they didn’t even seem to want to do that 100% anyway, and that is was, in their eyes, only the “least worst option”, not actually something they wanted?
I feel like I am breaking. He is everything that I want, except that seed of a doubt that he snowballed into something that it didn’t need to be. As someone said, it seems like he can’t take a risk with anything, can’t just see how things go, probably because he’s seen people he loves end after a long time of being together.
He has made both of us miserable over a seed of doubt. He has ended a great relationship over something that doesn’t seem coherent. “I’m happiest when I’m with you,” he said. Then why make us both unhappy? 
“I just know I wouldn’t have these doubts if you were the one,” he said. But how does he know that he didn’t just create those feelings out of his own worries and fears? 
Maybe he’s right. I mean, he did end it with me. It must have been a big enough problem for him to end such love, trust, intimacy, loyalty, and friendship. I must have not been what he wanted if he could end it with me over such feelings. Although last week he was saying that I was what he wanted, and that he wishes he had never written it down and that I had never read it, so that we could be how we were before. Surely that shows that he didn’t want to end it then, so how could it change so much within a week? 
I will probably never have these answers. I will probably drive myself crazy wondering about it for years. Wondering if things could have been different, wondering that if we had stayed together would he have changed his mind and learned that there is no such thing as perfect? A friend said that the Western idea of love is so glorified that people have unrealistic expectations, and I think he has that problem. That thought makes it harder to bear because if only he could have viewed it all more clearly then maybe he would have seen things differently. But then again I will never know. Maybe he wouldn’t have. Maybe I was not the one for him, even if he was for me. 
And here we are, an amazing two-year relationship ended over a thought that snowballed. 
Our relationship worked so fucking well. It was just that seed of doubt: a seed of doubt caused by his tendency to over-think. That and the fact that he’s afraid of commitment because his parents broke up and his dad and step-mum broke up after that too. What he’s looking for is unattainable and its horrible because he will find that out and then it will be too late for us. He said our relationship was great and i said “so why?!”, and he said, “because it is not PERFECT.” Everyone with more experience knows that perfect doesn’t exist, and that when you have something really great you don’t let it go for your vision of perfect, because that’s a glorified Western idea that doesn’t exist. Or maybe, maybe it was not right for him and never would have been. I just don’t know.
Every day is so meaningless. I keep thinking that I could so easily end this excruciating pain with a bottle of pills or a blade to the wrists. I probably wouldn’t but it’s tempting sometimes.
Every moment of every day I need him. Only he can make me feel better, but only he can’t, unless he changed his mind, which I don’t think he will. All I want to do is have him hold me, stroke my hair, love me, tell me it’s going to be okay, but he’s chosen to never do that again. 
I just want him, with every fibre of my being I love him, everything about him, every part of me is screaming for his touch, his voice, his words of comfort that he cannot give me. 
I love him, I trust him, I want him, I need him; my best friend, my love, my world.
Please, come back.

Saturday, 17 November 2012

The silence is deafening; unbearable
all the gaps you have left behind cannot be filled:
a gaping chasm inside me
pain pushing me apart from the inside out
anguish ripping through me every second, every moment
tearing me to pieces
exploding through my veins

The deepest longing
for your touch
for your voice
for only you can make the pain subside

but you won't.

Wednesday, 17 October 2012


Limbs
made up of
undesirable flesh
and blood that leaks
through the skin.
drowning in cells
absent euphoria
dysmorphia
distorting glass and
laying scars over skin. 
desire taught me how to
measure my life in numbers;
testing the boundaries of the body 
and the mind.
cotton wool clothing
and skies always darkening
peeling my eyes open
in the hairdressers mirror.
Insides crumbling
trash cans fed with fear
inescapably inescapable
I am totally incapable
of making up my mind. 

Saturday, 25 August 2012

I am flesh and bones and blood and muscles and organs. I am scars and tattoos and piercings and make-up and hair dye and scabs and skin. I am pain and anger and love and trust and misery and honesty and fear. I am fire and edges and thunderstorms and whispers and bite-marks and lust and the second the shutter snaps down. I am tired and energised and head and heart and old and new and life and death. 
I am able to carry the world on my shoulders but even a leaf could crush me where I stand.

Friday, 24 August 2012

The rain followed her home every night and squeezed through the cracks in her eyes and found its way into her bloodstream and coursed through her veins. Quite frequently it would turn to fire and burn its way almost to the surface to boil beneath her skin and draw blood from flesh. The screams that echoed continually in every fibre of her being somehow were contained within and only rarely broke free, and even then it just made it worse. Every breath just made her more aware of her excess. Every movement made her conscious of the uncomfortable sensations of being. Every line, curve, and contour must be perfect. It must be, or the world will collapse.

Monday, 30 July 2012

Tell Me.


Tell me how to quieten my mind without emptying my body,
how to walk through the trees without counting the time,
tell me how to feel like I’m not just so normal
without watching the numbers decrease, yes I’m trying
Tell me how to taste without feeling guilty,
teach me how to feel full without wanting to gag,
pull me to my feet when I fall down on bruised knees,
rub my soul back into my skin, trace lines down my back 
The darkness is calling but the light wants me closer,
though the numbness and bruises are beckoning me home,
I’m nothing without it, I can’t trust the brightness,
it may stay for a while but it always leaves me alone 
Open my mouth and force in seeds full of sunshine,
listen to me whisper, watch blood fall from my lips,
watch me twist, and morph into monsters,
hear me cry over razor-sharp hips
Elusive memories flutter around my eyelids,
fingers dancing across jutting bones,
it’s time to start smiling, a voice breathing gently,
but just as I said, darkness is calling me home. 

Saturday, 21 July 2012

Fear,
scratching,
a tiny little piece of glass,
stuck,
under my skin,
a constant ache,
making me heavier,
digging nails,
hopeless,
drowning,
doubt,
longing,
skin crawling,
shiver,
my brain shudders,
sadness,
the sunshine just makes me feel worse
about not wanting to go outside,
and I can't think of a way to remove the boulders
blocking the path to the light.