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Lettersyoullneversee · November 15, 2019 · notebook · 2019, anxietypoetry, author, authorscomunity, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, book, community+friends, Consent, creative, creativewriting, deardiary, Depressed, depression, destiny, diary, disire, distance, domesticabuse, domesticabuseawareness, endofworld, femalepoet, fineart, happypoem, Hull, Kingston-upon-Hull, Kingstonuponhull, kiss, law, Lettersyoullneversee, lovepoem, Loveyou, lust, poetry, poetryanxiety, poetrycomunity, shortstory, spokenword, yorkshirepoet
Lettersyoullneversee · November 12, 2019 · Him, Spirit · 2019, art, authors, beauty, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, book, breaking news, comment, community, creative, creativewriting, dark, day, depression, diary, distance, download, drama, dreams, earth, emo, emotion, english, facebook, feature, feelings, feminism, follow, freedom, friends, health, heart, heartbreak, home, Hull, humour, Hurt, important, indie, joke, journal, journalism, karma, Kingstonuponhull, law, Life, like, lost, love, me, medical, mental health, modern, moon, News, official, opinion, peace, people, performance, photo, photography, pleasure, poe, poem, poems, poet, poetry, politics, popular, project, reading, readme, relationships, sad, script, sex, Share, sharing, silence, smell, songs, stories, story, sun, time, uk, urban, women, word, Wordpress, world, write, writer, writing, youtube
I should probably go out
But I don’t feel there’s anywhere to go
That I belong
And I did this once or twice before
Then I had people knocking at the door
All I’d give is to be alone
But at the same time to be at the other end of your phone
Just so I could see if you see all my replies
Or ignore me and pump me up with lies
My body bursts and aches from your deceit
Should I at last hold up my hands in defeat
My body it weeps
Blown away by the cold air not long ago
I take each day more vitamins than you know
And why do I keep fighting
When I don’t know what I’m fighting for
You mention my health but you really don’t see
This is now pain you’ve inflicted on me
It makes no sense
No sense at all
Im done fed up of being your rubber ball.
Lettersyoullneversee · November 12, 2019 · I was anxious, Lettersyoullneversee · 18only, 31days, 31daysofletters, abandoned, adultcontent, always, anxietypoetry, austerity, author, authors, authorscomunity, blogger, bloggers, blogging, book, boyfriend, breakup, burning, bye, cheat, citylife, comeback, comehome, community, Consent, creativewriting, deardiary, Depressed, desire, destiny, diary, domesticabuse, domesticabuseawareness, dreams, drinking, emotion, endofworld, erotic, eternity, evening, explore, nofilter, official, original, pain, peace, pleasure, poe, poem, poerty, poet, poetry, poetryanxiety, poetrycommunity, poetrycomunity, poetryforhim, postnatal, published, publishedwriter, reading, readme, reality, Reblog, relationships, romance, romantic, ryhme, sad, safe, script, Selfpublish, selfworth, sense, Share, sharing, shortstory, silence, Singlemum, smell, smile, Songwriter, speechless, spokenword, stories, story, student, subscribe, summer, sun, tears, tease, teenagepoems, theend, time, torn, touch, truelove, uk, urban, urbex, videos, vss365, vssbook, vsspoem, wanderlust, warrior, woman, Wordpress, Wordpressblog, wordpresscommunity, world, write, writer, writers, writerscommunity, yorkshirepoet, youmatter, youtube
It was Thursday and you was at work. I was in town going to primark, on my own. I was wearing my yellow coat, hair pinned, makeup on. I wasn’t going to let what brought me down stop me taking care of myself.
Plus if you see me looking fine then it’s all fine.
You had been avoiding me and you vanished.
You left some clothes at mine I offered to help clean and dry because you dont have a working washing machine.
You didn’t bother to collect them.
Pretty sloppy really.
You was like oh right “hi” and “thankyou” you then followed me out of the door and said “so, you got any plans then” you nearly got me teared up I mean you fucking vanished POOF and then your asking me if I had plans.
“No. Not really.”
“You not seeing your friend”
“No not heard off them”
“Not got uni?”
I just said I was going and said bye, you was stood leaning on the door. It was like some stupidly soppy romance film that had gone terribly wrong.
It was a haunting moment. You actually looked sad.
The next week I realised you left your charger. I mean you said it’s fine keep it but I really didn’t want any pieces of you left behind. How is it fair that I have to live with reminders but you can go about your daily life not giving a shit.
I went through town after counselling to return it.
I was stood for a little bit and I sort of thought you knew I was there but ignored me.
I said I will leave it on the till then.
You just said ‘ok thanks then Lil’ and sat back down. You had grown a massive beard.
I haven’t been back since haven’t even walked in that area. The thought of it makes me want to be sick.
You had a carseat and I said I was in no rush. Since what fecking use of it is to me when I have no car.
I said leave it at our friends I will get it at some point. It ended up with a friend of a friend. I actually thought you’d bring it back after the party.
You was in a rush you wanted me out as much as I wanted you out. Maybe?
It was it was our friends birthday party and I said I wasn’t sure at first if I should go but you said it would be ok maybe awkward at first.
I wasnt planning on staying long I had a gift and needed to drop it off.
Then I realised a whole conversation was happening without me behind closed doors.
That was low.
So, I wasn’t allowed to go to the party in the end.
& that was that, everything had been returned to where it should have been at least in smaller areas.
Lettersyoullneversee · November 12, 2019 · I was anxious, Lettersyoullneversee · 18only, 2019, 31days, 31daysofletters, 5star, abandoned, abandonedhouses, abandonedphotography, adult, adultcontent, always, anxiety, anxietypoetry, art, austerity, author, authors, authorscomunity, award, awareness, ❤️, beauty, believer, benefits, bestseller, blogger, bloggers, blogging, book, deardiary, Depressed, depression, goodbye, journal, journalism, kind, Kingston-upon-Hull, kiss, lovestory, newbook, sad, Selfpublish, selfworth, sex, Share, sharing, shortstory, silence, Singlemum, smile, songs, speechless, Spirit, spokenword, stories, student, subscribe, summer, tears, thankyou, time, torn, truelove, twitter, vss365, vssbook, vsspoem, war, warrior, women, Wordpress, wordpresscommunity, writer, writers, writerscommunity, Yorkshire poet, yorkshirepoet, youmatter, youtube
You’ll be glad to read that I’m almost at the end of the I was anxious series.
With me you have seen my vision of what I thought was a truely great blossoming relationship turn into nothing.
People are amazing actors, and its cruel for some of us who believe there is kindness in many and most to learn that is not always the truth.
Like I said before because of the situation and circumstance it would have been nice to hear your story, your opinion, you haven’t said a word.
At the very worst even civil friendship for the sake of the friendship group we had formed.
Your loss. Right?
My conscious is clear I apologised to you,I tried to reach out and speak about stuff and you ignored me.
Lettersyoullneversee · November 12, 2019 · I was anxious, Lettersyoullneversee · 18only, 2019, 31days, 31daysofletters, 5star, abandonedhouses, abandonedphotography, adult, adultcontent, always, amazon, anxiety, anxietypoetry, art, austerity, author, authors, authorscomunity, award, awareness, ❤️, beauty, believer, benefits, bestseller, blog, blogger, bloggers, book, breaking news, breakup, budget, creativewriting, femalepoet, feminism, feminist, forgotton, freedom, Hornsea, horrible, inlove, Instagram, journal, journalism, like, lilyth, lovestory, Loveyou, lust, me, Menntalhealthmatters, mentalabuse, mentalhealth, mentalhealthmatters, micropoetry, miss you, writerscommunity
For the best part things seemed to be bubbling over for me mentally.
In reflection Summer greated us with tremendous thunder storms. I remember you texting me one evening when you went round the corner to play warhammer games with a friend.
The lightening was so bright and the thunder was a beautiful drumming sound echoing throughout the night.
Perhaps there where no faults lying anywhere, perhaps this was a huge mistake and you wished you hadn’t have met me.
There are so many things I wont ever know, things I wont understand and probably more incidents like this to come.
I told you I sensed rain fall, I bought a new coat incase.
Then 1 month of rain in 24 hours fell, leading to flooding in Doncaster and Wales.
I met you, greated you with a rainbow, stunning summer ray’s, then a storm and now the rain.
I have to deal with things, I’m not sure how long it will take for me to repair things caused by excessive rainfall, such as the tears and hurt and upset.
As for the people coping with the actual flooding I really do hope the rain stops.
Too much rain on both terms is bad for anyone.
I’ve been so low, I have been bed bound with tonsillitis and fever 3 nights. 3rd outbreak this year.
There is no chance hearing from you, and I suppose that’s fine. I feel so much better being able to talk to someone the readers, and comments from them. People are kind in unfamiliar ways.
Maybe this wasn’t a summer love story like most people like and hope. But yet another challenge for my mental health and self esteem to overcome.
Lettersyoullneversee · November 8, 2019 · I was anxious, Him, My Only · 18only, 2019, 31days, 31daysofletters, 5star, abandoned, abandonedhouses, abandonedphotography, adult, adultcontent, always, amazon, anxiety, anxietypoetry, art, austerity, author, authors, authorscomunity, award, awareness, ❤️, beauty, believer, benefits, bestseller, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, book, breaking news, breakup, budget, burning, bye, cheat, City, citylife, comeback, comehome, comment, community, community local, community+friends, Consent, creative, creativewriting, Creator, crisis, cry, dad, dads, dark, day, deardiary, Depressed, depression, derelict, desire, destiny, diary, disire, distance, domesticabuse, domesticabuseawareness, download, drama, dream, dreams, drinking, earth, emo, emotion, endofworld, english, enjoy, erotic, eternity, evening, explore, facebook, fate, fear, feature, feelings, femalephotographer, femalepoet, feminism, feminist, fighter, fineart, fire, follow, follow me, follower, followme, forever, forgotten, forgotton, freedom, freestyle, friends, girls, gone, goodbye, goth, graffiti, happypoem, happypoen, health, hearbreak, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, Help, her, Him, hold, holiday, home, hope, Hornsea, horrible, hugs, Hull, humour, Hurt, I love you, iloveyou, important, imwriting, indie, inlove, Instagram, joke, journal, journalism, karma, kind, Kingston-upon-Hull, Kingstonuponhull, kiss, law, letters, Lettersyoullneversee, Life, like, lilyth, lips, live, lordline, loss, lost, love, lovepoem, lovepoetry, lovestory, Loveyou, lust, me, medical, medicine, Menntalhealthmatters, mental health, mentalabuse, mentalhealth, mentalhealthmatters, Metoo, micropoetry, mind, miss you, missyou, modern, mood, moon, mum, need, newbook, News, nofilter, official, openmic, opinion, original, pain, parent, passion, peace, people, performance, photo, photographer, photography, pleasure, po, poe, poem, poems, poerty, poet, poetry, poetryanxiety, poetrycommunity, poetrycomunity, poetryforhim, politics, popular, post, postnatal, pray, pregnancy, pressthis, prestonroad, privatelaw, project, publish, published, publishedwriter, rap, read, reading, readme, reality, Reblog, relationships, renting, romance, romantic, ryhme, sad, safe, sand, script, sea, Selfpublish, selfworth, sense, sex, Share, sharing, she, shortstory, silence, Singlemum, smell, smile, songs, Songwriter, soul, speechless, Spirit, spokenword, stars, stories, story, student, subscribe, summer, sun, taste, tears, tease, teen, teenagepoems, thankyou, thea, theater, time, torn, touch, truelove, twitter, uk, urban, urbex, videos, vss365, vssbook, vsspoem, wanderlust, war, warrior, we, woman, women, word, Wordpress, Wordpressblog, wordpresscommunity, world, wr, write, writer, writers, writerscommunity, writing, Yorkshire poet, yorkshirepoet, you, youmatter, youtube, zombies
It was Friday and you had been let down again from seeing the girls.
We managed to get over most of the hurdles we faced during the middle.
We spoke a bit more and we was on a good page with one another.
I wanted to surprise you treat you.
We was both wearing jumpers that looked the same which made me giggle, we was alike and it was nice.
I like being around people who are alike and can relate.
You had no idea but I wanted to get out of the house, things where getting you down and I could tell.
So we went out for dinner and I bought you whatever you fancied.
You was telling me about the foods you liked and enjoyed and said you would show me how to cook them and could make my own versions I wanted to make, for what I was able to eat.
Fridays where strange you finished earlier on a Friday then what you would on a Wednesday and Thursday.
You would remind me this every week.
I tried to cheer you up help you understand that it probably isn’t personal at all and you kept telling me how worried you was that maybe the kids wouldnt want to know you the older they became.
I said that wouldn’t be likely and that kids that age like seeing their friends and not hanging out with their parents.
It meant alot to you and I respected that and you agreed to just try and keep communicating.
You was proud that you was able to maintain a mutural set up with you ex said that you knew that to some people would think that was really weird but I didnt think that.
Not when kids are involved and if it was ended on a basis where you both came to agreements with things then that’s really positive and I think that if people can put their differences aside it makes it easier for everyone.
Life is too short to be arguing all the time and making things difficult for one another.
Why was I any different?
I was the meaningless jigsaw piece.
Maybe it was because we wasn’t talking for a massive amount of time but it felt like I had known you for years. I felt like we just clicked, I couldn’t have imagined anything like this ever happening.
At the very worst I would have thought we would have been friends.
The further I come from this, the more time alone I have, the less it feels like that was even my life.
Its strange it feels now like a wandering dream.
People keep bringing up your name and I really don’t know what to say, there are so many things that I don’t know.
I hold my hands up and I apologise, I ask what it was that I did and you never reply.
People say that, that’s because you don’t want to know and the quicker I notice this the easier and better the outcome will be for me.
Maybe something awful happened maybe something happened that you cant tell me about, maybe the truth is you are back with your ex and that’s why you said that people thought it was weird.
Maybe someone said something about me or maybe someone said that I said something about you.
Maybe your sick, or maybe my reaction to you calling me your ex’s name really did piss you off.
Maybe the poem following that pissed you off, maybe you thought some poems I shared where about you.
I’m not sure. I’m not certain.
As I said before in the other parts we never had a row, we didn’t have an argument and it was all left on a really bizzare note.
It was Tuesday and you came over after work you was a bit grumpy as was I and I felt really off unwell, it wasn’t you I was just tired from the school runs after school and starting university.
Maybe you felt that because I was at University that we had different paths, but really that wasn’t your choice to make.
You made choices that week that I didn’t understand and choices I made you didn’t understand.
It was Wednesday and you offered to help with the school runs it was fine. But then that’s when you called me your ex’s name.
Nothing was said about it in the moment. I was in shock because it was a little bit random and first thing, but I just said I needed to think about it I never said I was angry.
I said I needed some space and maybe see you at the weekend since you work late on Wednesdays and Thursdays.
To you this was overreacting, to me it was having time to think about it.
For both of us.
It was Thursday and I hadn’t really heard from you from the Wednesday morning, you used to ask if you could call me, you would text me every 8am saying hey with a waving emoji and say good morning.
All of this was dissolving.
I needed to do something in town and you work in town and I thought it would have been nice to say hello and surprise you.
You didn’t like this you didn’t let me in and you told me there and then abruptly that you did not like surprises.
I couldn’t look at you.
I felt like there was something you was hiding not telling me and I was getting worried.
I really didn’t think that it was worth being this big a deal and wanted to resolve things.
People may think otherwise but honestly all I ever do is to try and resolve things, it makes it easier and better for everyone.
You was cold.
I had never seen you behave so cold.
Saturday came and it was the first ever Saturday I had had without the kids since moving in and it was a great chance to talk and try and resolve things.
You finshed work at 5pm on a Saturday but for whatever reason you chose to stay on and not speak to me until half 7 almost 8.
You couldn’t look at me you was just looking at the floor and having cig after cig.
Saying words and not finishing the sentences.
I had seen this look before on my children when they knew they had done something wrong but there wasn’t really anything that big.
I didn’t want you to feel bad.
I just was confused.
You looked so pale and unwell it was unsettling.
You was saying words like ‘look’ and ‘and..’ ‘maybe’ and not really saying much at all, whilst the steam from your cup of tea was floating off into the garden.
I asked you if you didn’t want to talk or see me anymore, and you said ‘oh no of course not its not that’ and then started talking about having a sched.
You said that you wasn’t happy with my reaction in the week and I upset you coming too see you before work. I apologised.
Next thing we went to the bar where you had first come to see me after a poetry night that had finished.
It made me think so much that in the beginning you did the exact same thing to me you came to see me with no notice, you contacted me and came round and you was persuing me.
I did not act the way that you was.
It didn’t stop you continuing the night and continuing to have drinks with me and a laugh and tell me how nice I looked and how lucky you thought you was.
It didn’t stop you taking me across the road into another bar and continue to talk to me for another 3 hours.
We was in Pave and we spoke about your parents your family.
We spoke about your experiance at university.
We spoke about christmas and we spoke about what your family may have thought about us talking and you was happy and you said that they would be happy and it would have been nice for me to meet them.
You told me in such great detail about the things that you had been though.
We then spoke about filming and films you had been involved in making and ones that you wanted to do.
I told you about the book that I was writing and you told me about what you was writing and that you seeing me write made you want to grow that passion again.
Your phone died and you kept hinting.
I didnt know what you was on about.
You went off to the toilet and I glared down at my phone and saw the message.
YOU said that you was having such an amazing night.
Sainsbury’s was shut and its never shut so we went to the garage because we wanted more cigs.
I hadn’t really eaten much so I got drunk a little bit easier than normal.
We got back to mine and I put some music on I said that we never got chance to dance at spiders that night and maybe we should try it again sometime.
I may have been drunk but I remember everything.
You didn’t want to talk you was all affectionate.
You took me to F&B we had a meal and it was a rip off, I did try and pre-warn you but it felt like you wanted to treat me or spend time with me maybe.
We was umming and arring about what we should do as we was hanging a little bit from the pub drinking.
It was 3pm and you was grumpy tired and you started to stop looking at me again. I felt unhappy even though it had been so nice talking and everything.
It was 3pm and you started going on about needing to use the laundrette and that you needed to go home and get some sleep so I said sure whatever it takes for you to go and be ok.
My feelings was never considered in your scenarios, you went home and you didn’t message me.
It was Monday and I didn’t hear anything, you didn’t mention the weekend and you didn’t ask if I was ok.
It was Tuesday and I just started saying to friends that I think its done because I hadn’t had converstaion with you.
It was Wednesday and you said that you could come over after work to talk but it would have been late and I had a massive stone inside my stomach that was stopping me from eating thinking and sleeping. I didn’t want to accept that maybe you had used me over the weekend.
It was Thursday and people started asking questions and asking if I was sure and I didnt know what to tell anyone.
It was Friday.
It was Saturday
It was Friday.
Lettersyoullneversee · November 5, 2019 · I was anxious, Lettersyoullneversee, Him, My Only · anxietypoetry, authors, authorscomunity, award, awareness, beauty, believer, bestseller, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, book, breaking news, breakup, budget, burning, bye, cheat, City, citylife, comeback, comehome, comment, community, community local, community+friends, Consent, creative, creativewriting, Creator, cry, dad, dark, day, Depressed, depression, derelict, destiny, diary, disire, distance, domesticabuse, domesticabuseawareness, drama, dream, dreams, drinking, earth, emo, emotion, endofworld, english, femalepoet, happypoem, Help, imwriting, lovepoetry, micropoetry, poetryforhim
The thing is, things seem to happen to people and they just keep on happening.
It’s not your fault. It’s not karma sometimes theres just no explanation, it’s one of those things.
It’s harder when people cut your off stop communicating. When things happen that no one could foresee.
I really wish I could write about dragons and flying unicorns.
But it’s not like that.
The world is real and the world doesn’t give a fuck about you. The longer you ignore things the worse things become. No one taught me this I learnt this, I’ve seen it.
I’ve seen peoples relationships become destroyed because of peoples selfish behaviours.
You don’t have to change just be more mindful of people around you. Thats what my counsellor says.
She was so shocked and confused when I told her what happend. As was I. I’m looking forward to seeing her after 5 long weeks.
We sit, we talk, we figure things out. Something we was supposed to be doing.
It’s odd that it was ok for you to be seen clingy, but if I behave that way im crazy. There is no #mushmush on the end of my messages. If I was being romantic, it was just too much to take.
You was anxious too.
You had a choice, fight or flight.
Lettersyoullneversee · November 5, 2019 · I was anxious, Lettersyoullneversee, Him, My Only · 18only, 2019, adult, adultcontent, anxiety, anxietypoetry, art, author, authors, authorscomunity, award, awareness, ❤️, beauty, believer, benefits, bestseller, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, book, breaking news, breakup, budget, burning, bye, cheat, City, citylife, comeback, comehome, comment, community, Consent, creative, creativewriting, Creator, crisis, heartbroken, imwriting, lovepoetry, poem, publishedwriter, sad, Songwriter, story, writer, writerscommunity, writing
I was getting really anxious, we had been talking for a few weeks. We sat together in the living room, I was nervous. I knew it was coming but I couldn’t get my head around it.
I could smell you, feel you, you was a real person.
We flicked through the TV nothing really worth watching and we both both didn’t really want to watch TV anyway.
Not an illusion.
You had feelings, you was feeling, talking, a moving person.
I’d become so accustom to internet interaction.
Faceless conversations, angry outburst, head fucks.
You was you and I was I and there was no one judging us, it was a moment of complete silence, a symphony.
Our collaboration, delicate, ceramic, porcelain.
I was anxious.
Heart palpitating, hands slippery, eyes facing anything but you.
I was scared but also happy.
Trying to tell myself it’s ok, you can trust him.
You can be yourself.
He didn’t take the beard thing too personally I mean, I told him I wasn’t a huge fan, this was not me telling him to shave, or maybe it was, other people have agreed with me they aren’t massive fan on beard snogging. I didn’t want to change him if that was him then that was him.
I mean no one was about to do anything crazy.
When I swung open the door after hearing a little tap on frame.
The beard was, gone.
You may think I didnt notice body language very well for all this time.
Oh boy, I knew.
So, it’s ok.
He was smiling, smirking his little face shined, eyes wide.
Returning to the sofa, I saw his face in the corner of my eyes…
Lettersyoullneversee · November 4, 2019 · Lettersyoullneversee, Him, My Only · blogger, bloggers, creativewriting, facebook, fate, feature, feelings, follower, followme, forever, freedom, freestyle, friends, goodbye, happypoem, heartbreak, heartbroken, Him, hold, home, hope, Hornsea, horrible, hugs, Hull, Hurt, I love you, important, imwriting, indie, inlove, Instagram, journal, journalism, karma, kind, Kingston-upon-Hull, kiss, law, letters, Lettersyoullneversee, like, lilyth, lovepoem, lovepoetry, lovestory, Loveyou, medicine, Menntalhealthmatters, mentalabuse, mentalhealth, mentalhealthmatters, Metoo, micropoetry, mind, publishedwriter, Reblog, Songwriter, spokenword, stories, subscribe, summer, twitter, videos, vss365, vsspoem, wanderlust, Wordpressblog, writer, writerscommunity, Yorkshire poet, yorkshirepoet, youmatter, youtube
It’s a typical rainy cold Monday in November. The roads are manic and the streets are full of students, mothers with prams and rain covers, shopping bags attached to prams bashing and bumping about. The homeless man on the corner of Newland sat with bin bags protecting him from the rain.
The bus was really hectic today people coughing and spluttering and they where wiping there hands all over the handles of the chairs, damn it, would someone please attach hand sanitation to this place?
The last thing I want is to catch another bug or illness, I am now playing catch up at uni and its really stressful.
Last month they gave me morphine at hospital for stomach upset, you wouldn’t know because you wasn’t there, my god I wish someone I knew was there with me. I was in a very terrible pity party situation. So much had been happening in such a short space of time. It was really hard to catch my breath, the panic attacks where back again.
That was my breaking point, that was my fall, I was so close to just begging them to take me in. I wasn’t coping I wasn’t myself. And my stomach was huting so much it reminded me of the surgery the urgency I was in back then.
My puke was bright blue from the scan they did to check my organs. Thankfully it wasn’t an ectopic pregnancy, or twisted ovary like they suspected. He said he was sure, he thought, he said, it was 50/50, could be my appendix or my ovary.
They where wrong.
It was nothing and i’m fine.
Doesn’t explain the pain though.
I am so thankful that my best friend that I actually met via the internet on Instagram was on the other end of the internet that evening. She sent her friend to come and sit with me and that was amazing, at last I wasn’t alone I had someone to talk to, and that we did. We spoke about so many things, whilst I waited 7 hours in the corridor double bent over or sat in the wheel chair.
There was a couple. They was really kind to me amazing. Strange but they was lovely. They had a busy, and different kind of life to the norm. Or maybe it was the norm and mine was just significantly different.
They came into A and E because he was walking down to his local offie (off-licence) then he had a huge cough and WHAM he was in so much pain down his right side he was struggling to move. He was in agony. I mean they did talk a lot about wanting to get home and have a spliff and a drink which was a little awkward. They have family that own a fair ground ride at Hull Fair and he let his kids go on and his kids friends on for free.
They really made my evening, and you wasn’t there. It was just another example of how I could survive without you.
I started to feel this way when I left home.
Similar but different.
I remember when I was able to boil pasta and cook something other than a pot noodle and beans on toast at 16. I taught myself and that was really pretty lonely to be honest. I defiantly want to add that to my mothering skills. 1. Make sure I teach the children how to cook.
I had been crying for so long I got myself in such a state, no friends where around to help no one was able to see me for whatever reasons. Maybe I make it hard for people to see me and communicate, maybe I don’t even know that I do this.
Just promise me you wont return anytime soon because I am starting to enjoy life without you. Even though you have destroyed what confidence I built up with my girlfriends over the summer, I am actually quite enjoying looking at people and thinking about them. What did they get up to this morning? was they squashed between an old man and a pram and some shopping bags, or where they sat in a comfy white car with you that smelt of stale piss.
I think I had actually made a friend at University, at last. But I better not let them get too close, or they will find out how much of an anxious freak I am.
My life is changing and adapting and almost better than it was. There is just this one thing.
A cycle of something I really don’t want to be in.
But for now, I don’t hate Mondays.
Lettersyoullneversee · November 2, 2019 · Him, My Only · 31daysofletters, abandonedhouses, anxietypoetry, authorscomunity, awareness, ❤️, beauty, believer, benefits, bestseller, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, book, breaking news, breakup, budget, burning, community+friends, creativewriting, Creator, femalepoet, happypoem, like, lovepoem, lovepoetry, micropoetry, mind, modern, newbook, nofilter, openmic, opinion, passion, poem, poetry, poetryanxiety, poetrycommunity, publishedwriter, vsspoem, write, writer, writerscommunity, yorkshirepoet
Someone I thought I knew,
Looked and sounded the same as you,
Someone I thought I knew,
even had the same hair type too,
I turn my head I shake, I shake,
I call out your name by mistake,
Someone I thought I knew.
Looked and sounded just like you.
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My head hits the pillow…
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I put bird feed out for the birds, but we all know it attracts the rats.
Stand in the garden and all I can hear is loud sirens from the ambulances and police cars.
Living in the city is loud.
I could really do with a hug.
Tiger has been growing her winter coat and I know you didn’t like cats, but she rubbed off on you. Literally, she would push her furry skin up against you and you took her on for the short time you was about.
You would bring her a box of cat food and use the kids bowls to feed her. I was really anxious about that because I didn’t want to get bowls mixed up again and feed the kids cat flavoured coco pops. #nevermind
I loved it when you looked at me with pure innocence but we both knew there was no innocence left inside those eyes.
You was telling me things you hadn’t been telling yourself and things you hadn’t been telling others.
Distance wasn’t about to make the heart grow fonder it was about to break them apart in to tiny teeny pieces.
You haunt me with you words like “mush, mush” and your causal shrug of “sure”. I didn’t want to admit it but I looked up on things you liked because I wanted to get to know you more and understand deep inside your world.
People say I want to have that role of being someone’s saviour but I actually enjoyed the concept of having people around me willing to try and help and save me.
Little things like folding the clothes doing the pots and being interested, invested.
I liked it when you was about to tell me something really kind but then filled in the gaps with “mush, mush”.
You was in your element at least, I thought you was and you wanted to be in my crazy world as much as I wanted to be in yours.
But things changed and I don’t cope well with sudden changes. That’s what you said to me and I felt the same, always felt the same.
It was hard adjusting to having a huge 3 bed house with a drive to being in a little tiny box house with barely any room to swing the cat. Then being back in a fairly huge house again with a garden. If your confused then please go back to other parts of I was anxious.
The space was made up with good company from my neighbour who I also knew from going to school with. I really miss hanging out with her and catching up.
This year has been a significant year for many.
I had mice coming in the front part of the house and it was really handy having a cat about to catch them.
Maybe things I shouldn’t be worrying about. In the end I found it fairly amusing pleasing, thinking wow I’m pretty lucky I have such a loyal cat that’s prepared to fight off these mice.
I’m pretty lucky that I have such a fun loving friend who was there for me whlist I was really struggling with living in that house. I even thought to myself at one point I was prepared to stay there and save for the sake of having a friend next door.
People are kind and sometimes they’re kind in unfamiliar ways.
It’s people like her and you and even you and people like him and my best friend and best friend from college and close friend from Instagram. The children then cat my family, the generous people at my university, hell even moody cow in herons made me happy. High days felt amazing and I needed no cigarettes, no alcohol or money.
That made me want to continue my life.