lovepoetry

Where I’ve been

Where I’ve been.

Not many people even know.

Not even friends I talk to.

If they are even friends at all.

Where I have been.

I’ve been on the dock near Humber street,

Staring at the floating feet,

That used to belong to me and him,

Footsie under the table by the bin,

I stare in the water it holds me in,

My gaze it stares it grabs me quick,

His property not far from here,

Another person washed his hands of me, I’m not very good at acting as an enemy.

Where I’ve been I’d like to know,

Sometimes I just walk anywhere you know,

The industrial estate sometimes,

Perhaps the park, I’m warned I’m told that it’s scary dark.

But the most place that I’ve been,

Where I’ve stared and felt and seen,

Is near the corner of the Humber street,

Looking in the water.

We walked up there, you showed me all of your new adventure, we walked around the corner, we walked up there, you washed your hands of me, you rid me, you lied, you used, you cheated me , you scar me , you scabbed me, you left me, beat my body, my body bruised, bloodied, dying you used,

you used me by lying.

Not even I know where I’ve been,

all I say is I’ve been near that stream,

near the river in Hull near the docks,

in hope the cold airy frost will clear the knots,

I don’t even control where I am, my mind it leads and drags my hand,

my brain the navigator, to the sea and water…….

F

Do you remember the fall?

I’ve seen it all,

I’ve seen you,

Putting my makeup on and you stand around me.

Tell me you think I’m pretty without it and theres no need.

Glancing up at the bathroom mirror.

And I see you stand there.

You remember the fall?

It was harder than the autumn.

Harsher than the winter

Do you remember falling ?

Intoxicated no heels to be ahead of,

Pulling scruffs of little pieces of fluff from the arm of your tops, from the knots in the trousers.

Passing the mints across from my lips to your mouth in a kiss that was supposed to be a peck but turned into a snog.

Appreciating every crease and crinkle running my finger along them all.

Till night bed comes and we fall.

Do you remember it at all?

Do you remember the fall?

Do you remember the fall?

I notice that it’s too late and time has been a part of reassurance for you. I realise that maybe your face it changed and I took a piece for you. Perhaps just like you I think its fate and it’s taken a toll.

Let them hear me screaming nonsense, let them search and guess, leave them clueless.

Fall,

Dream

I hate my dreams

They wake me up

They give me shock

And shake me up

My dreams are playing memories

Casting on a wall for all to see

I hate my dreams, they wake me up

They stick in my mind for ages.

Theres too many things unresolved and it sucks.

I wish I didnt have to face it.

I see a bird.

I see a bird
She
says no word
She
stands alone
She
Hops along

I see a bird
She
Has blue feathers
She
Is in the sunrise
She
Hops onto the side

I see a bird
She
opens her wings
she
only has one wing
she
can’t get in
she
tries to fly
she
could almost die
she is just a bird.

I see a stranger
She
Comes to get the bird
She
takes her home
She
Is gone for long:

I see a bird
She
Is in a pear tree
She
Has a song
She
Sings along
She

I see a bird
she
Spreads her wings
she
Has blue tips
She
Jumps along.

I see a bird
She
goes off and flys
She
Didn’t die
She
Is alive.

Lost

Jan/16

I’d have done everything and anything,

Just to be by your side,

I’d of made those scrambled eggs,

Toast all fried,

I can’t believe the amount I’ve lost
And I can’t believe the amount I’ve cried,

I feel so restless, I barely sleep,

And I keep rubbing my eyes,

The realisation that you really don’t
And can’t stand me quite that way,

Is making my whole life a living hell,
And I have to go away,

For life is sweet when your around
And beams fly out my face,

But you destroy all my surrounds,
And I get lost inside my space,

I have to hold your hand one day,

And be your something more,

But I don’t think I will get that now
My fat face by your door,

Rejection is so hard for me,

But I’m sure I will survive,

For love is love and may be lost,

But it won’t destroy my pride.

Rainbow fuel

Hope

Grows amongst the ivory

Snaking up the walls

Hope

hides in dandelions

Under spider crawls

Hidden in the pumpkin patches

Beneath the conker tree

Laying beneath the palm

of the frozen leaves

Fogs, inside the air, of a warm breath on winter’s eve

Sparkles in the star light

The underbelly of the city

The cat eyes on the motorway

Lolly lick and popsicle stick

Candy floss and green gray moss.

A mixture of impurities

Hope lays hidden inside of these

Unexpected

Under the muck in your nails

Under the slugs and the snails

Puddles of rain water and fuel combine an illusion of rainbows…

I was anxious part 22 Spiders night club.

It was Sunday and I was about to wake up and recover from a pretty heavy hangover.

I hadn’t stayed out at anyones house since I was 19.

I wasn’t about to make a habit either, I couldn’t tell if you was embarrassed that I stayed or just drunk. This is the part where things seemed ok but got a bit awkward.

We was sat in the night club and I was on your knee with your arms wrapped around me. Beams of lights flashed all around, up and down, side to side. Music played and people spoke really loud.

You was patient with me, you knew I was far too upset to talk. You brushed my tears aside and said ‘oh Lil’ and said that it was upsetting to see me so upset. You didn’t get impatient with me and shout. I honestly thought you loved me cared about me.

I felt like the devil had grabbed my ankles, swung me backwards and dragged me under.

I couldn’t contain my emotions. With you, I felt safe. Constant worry was taking over, the dreaded what ifs and the thoughts I had before I met you was still haunting me.

I remember when I was at college sitting in front of my counsellor , we was speaking about alcohol, as a mood intensifier and revealer. That night the mask had fallen and everyone saw me as a state.

You may have passed it off as being drunk but this is how I felt on a regular basis this was the me you didn’t learn to understand or want to know.

We walked over to the bar and got some water, then went outside into the smokers area where we met another of your friends. He was quite drunk, loud, rude. Come Monday you even agreed with me what he said was a bit much but you never followed it up.

He was saying “Lilly has big titties and likes lots of willy’s” I just thought it was a strange thing to say to someones new girlfriend.

We had a look for your friends that was staying over and you said that I was ok if I stayed as I really wasn’t feeling very well and I didn’t want to go back home on my own.

You handed my some Star Wars pjs insisted I put them on I took the offer on the top but the bottoms where double of my legs. It was cute and strange, most men would have wanted me to strip off would have tried something on but you was different. You respected me and it was a great deal to get used to. I remember drifting off shortly after that listening to people in the living room talk.

Come morning you offered to make people a cup of tea but it had seemed that the milk in the fridge had gone off.

Your friend took me home, asked if I wanted to sit on a carseat first and then dropped off. Another dig at my age and height.

That was the end of the night.

I was anxious- Part 3-Part 5-Part 22- Spiders Nightclub.

You was different.

You held me really tight you let me cry and didnt judge me you waited until my storm had passed, we went to a corner of the nightclub that wasn’t as busy you had your arms around me and you sat me down next to you and held me.

Since you left, I’ve been in that storm for so long rocking along up and down in a boat.

You might think that saying this doesn’t change anything.

Your right, but this is all part of the story and this is all important because you showed me that a man is capable of being understanding.

That maybe I am capable of being loved and cared for.

… tbc

Monday 11th November 2019

I was anxious-part 21- I had something to tell you

You called me your ex’s name:

There was something wrong.

Very wrong.

I tried a few times to bring it up.

I thought you’d be the one to help me.

How stupid, I am so stupid. I shouldn’t have ever let you in.

Perhaps there was no talking because when you called me your ex’s name I got straight into the shower and cried.

Embarrassing ?

I am not ashamed to share, I am not ashamed to show two halves of the story.

Perhaps I was overreacting.

Except, I needed more sympathy the night before. With feeling unwell.

You didn’t know this because I never told you.

I helped you out when you was unwell, I understood it maybe it was because it was physical symptoms, cold flu, man flu, people can see it, understand it more.

The night before

I didn’t feel like eating and you was really hungry, you felt like you put your time in there was nothing you was doing right at all.

Perhaps, it felt you was stuck in a limbo situation, and I wasn’t reacting the way you thought I should be reacting.

You could have just called a pizza and made me laugh cheered me up. I guess I felt unwell and all I could think was soup. Sleep.

You didn’t factor in the sleepless nights overwhelming crying from children that made me even more anxious.

I know, I hate soup so boring right?

There was that time we was walking towards wings and I had the perfect opportunity to tell you then but it was supposed to be a fun night for you and I didn’t want to ruin another night.

I didn’t want to take off or anything or vanish. It killed me that I walked away.

I was running out of time and I knew it.

You was supposed to stay out late and be with them, you showed up earlier than planned.

I could have told you then.

Maybe I was planting seeds but I never wanted them to grow.

The spiders evening I could have told you then but I just cried and cried.

The time we stood in the hall way, the time I walked over to the house, the time I went into your work, the time I broke down at my friends house and you walked me back.

Now it’s too late.

I was anxious – part 20- The first time we met

It was a summers evening this year, my best friend knew how down I had been and she had been amazing support, incredible.

It felt like ‘a need’ to fall in love and be around people who are kind, positive, full of enlightenment and desire. We was sick of men pulling the wool over our eyes, treating us like daft cows.

We are strong women we’ve been through different things but could relate.

I suggested maybe a double date or something if anyone knew anyone who was single. Just wanted to have fun and relax. I had been through a really awful time. I wasn’t looking for sex or hook ups, I really just wanted to meet people and be around friends.

Luckily, my friends knew someone and they knew them well and said I shouldn’t worry because you was really kind and nice person and would never hurt anyone.

There was a day planned and organised for drinks at your place. I was anxious because I was moving home and I didn’t want to get drunk and hungover. I had no baby sitters able to help out and the ones who could, could only help for a couple of hours.

Not really a long time when you want to get to know people.

You opened the door and greeted us in, I didnt make too much effort with dressing up or anything, I couldn’t as all my clothes where in boxes and being moved.

I regretted not putting my heels on because you was pretty tall and I’m like a midget next to almost every adult and even 8 year old children are catching up with my height.

People laugh about this but it kind of gets a bit boring after years and years.

It was small, and I wont lie it looked lonely. Perhaps adjustments have been made since you cut me off, I guess I won’t really know and I guess I won’t really care.

Eventually.

You poured us all a drink in a mug, as you didnt have glasses. I remember you saying you dont get people round much and needed glasses, you was apologising but we really didn’t mind.

This was exciting and exciting for you.

Everyone deserves to have friends and people around them that care about them and visits them.

I told you alot about myself we spoke a lot about politics, little things and fairly serious stuff. It was nice, you listened to me you wasn’t shouting at me, calling me names, threatening me or abusing me.

The night was short and you guys went off to spider’s. We walked towards the nightclub you gave me your hoodie, and slipped a tenner into my hand for a taxi home.

You wanted to make sure I got back safe. Mentally I felt safer being out and with you guys. Going back was just a duty a responsibility, my heart wanted to stay. Stress.

My friend said that you didn’t stay out long because you told them you had already met someone that night and was no need to go into the night club looking for someone.

You then told me for months that you was so happy that I turned up that evening, after I told you I was close to not turning up because I was anxious.

You also kept saying you owed your friend drinks for life, because he introduced me to you and you hadn’t felt as happy as you did in a very long time.

You occasionally reminded me of that night and that you was is disbelief.

Perhaps I should have noticed sooner, remember me mentioning the too good to be true saying?

Now, all I have a deafening silencing ringin in my ears, and a stone in the pit of my stomach grinding up against my skin.

I feel like I’ve been in a car that was speeding but all the time it was going slow, and then suddenly smacks straight into a tree.

I’m sore, hurt, but on the inside.

On the outside, I look amazing.

I was anxious-part 19-It was Friday

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.

Unreal.

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.

Ever.

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.

Last orders.

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.

Sunday.

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

Sunday

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

It was Friday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fighting

Don’t stop writing,

Let words give you courage to keep on,

Fighting.

Let flames go on their own,

Without you smouldering them….

Let the damage burn,

Don’t touch.

Let them cool whilst you recover them,

Don’t stop writing,

For it is your freedom to feel whatever you wish,

Without the judgement of harsh characters,

In your bitter sweet reality.

Don’t stop writing.