Moving on is impossible

Over half a year. The modern world says I should have moved on. I should be ecstatic to be single and enthusiastically embracing my new life. I cannot. Every time I hear your name, every time I see your picture, the tears begin anew. I cry for the loss of the future we could have... Continue Reading →

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Despair

I draw nothing but beautiful faces and figures. My own is showing the signs of age. I was never beautiful, and I defy all those who would tell me otherwise. What I was was pretty. Pretty enough to get by, and certainly photogenic. I'm still photogenic. I can take a nice picture in a decent... Continue Reading →

:-(

Two months since we broke up. Two days before my mother got taken into hospital. It hasn't been a fun two months. So tonight we rehearsed, as the show must go on, and I'm still in it. We rehearsed at your place. Your mother treated me as she always did, polite and friendly. Once the... Continue Reading →

Heartbreak

Two days ago, we broke up. We had been together for six years, and they were, for the most part, joyful. You kept telling me I was wonderful, and still did so even whilst telling me I wasn't wonderful enough to make a life with. Six years is a long time to be with someone... Continue Reading →

Dad

Good God, Dad. I miss you so much, it's impossible to even articulate. It hurts. Where are you? Where is the voice of reason in my life that you used to provide? Where is the only man who has ever treated me like a princess? I can't help Mum by myself. She misses you. I... Continue Reading →

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