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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 · I was anxious, Lettersyoullneversee · adult, adultcontent, always, anxietypoetry, authors, authorscomunity, book, creativewriting, femalepoet, happypoem, important, imwriting, Kingston-upon-Hull, Kingstonuponhull, lovepoem, lovepoetry, micropoetry, poems, poetryanxiety, poetrycommunity, poetrycomunity, poetryforhim, publishedwriter, Songwriter, spokenword, teenagepoems, write, writer, writerscommunity
Grows amongst the ivory
Snaking up the walls
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
Under the muck in your nails
Under the slugs and the snails
Puddles of rain water and fuel combine an illusion of rainbows…
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 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 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 · October 30, 2019 · Lettersyoullneversee, Him, My Only · 18only, 2019, 31days, 31daysofletters, 5star, abandoned, abandonedhouses, adult, adultcontent, always, amazon, anxiety, anxietypoetry, art, author, authors, authorscomunity, ❤️, believer, bestseller, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, book, creativewriting, heartbreak, photography, pleasure, po, poe, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetryanxiety, poetrycommunity, poetrycomunity, poetryforhim, politics, popular, post, postnatal, pray, pregnancy, pressthis, prestonroad, privatelaw, project, published, publishedwriter, rap, read, reading, readme, reality, Reblog, relationships, renting, romance, romantic, ryhme, sad, sand, 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, time, torn, touch, truelove, twitter, urban, urbex, videos, vss365, vssbook, vsspoem, wanderlust, warrior, women, word, Wordpress, Wordpressblog, wordpresscommunity, writer, writerscommunity, writing, Yorkshire poet, yorkshirepoet, you, youmatter, youtube, zombies
So, I can’t remember precisely how many days have gone. Weeks have passed, maybe it’s not that many.
Almost 2 months maybe, time became less important it just happened I know I don’t have control over it so it just carry’s on happening.
It’s almost Halloween and I even ordered a stupid corset, incase we all did go out as a group, it arrived a month ago, I havent even tried it on, I didn’t see the point. I haven’t bothered with decorations baking this year, because I just feel as though my spirits have been dropped.
So much so I don’t think I will even bother buying Christmas decorations I don’t have a tree or anything it was left behind in the house I left. I know I know it’s for the kids.
I’ve moved 3 times this year it’s been difficult. So when you mentioned looking for a bigger house it threw me off. Another grand gesture, I got my head round it then in the last week or so you sort of just slowly stopped talking to me and that’s the point where we are at.
My mum believes there’s no reasoning to it, that your a coward and perhaps it’s because you wasn’t interested after all.
I think there’s more to it but maybe that’s because I partly blame myself for most things.
It probably didn’t help that I deleted you but my logic was it would trigger you to call me or something.
Nothing happened, I have sent messages but you just ignore me. I know your around because of the other things that happened shortly after and you was talking to my friend. But why couldn’t you talk to me?
My theory is your scared, don’t give a fuck, couldn’t careless, there’s another woman involved, you moved on immediately or I imagined the whole thing.
The thing is the truth always comes out, always and everyone is a liar.
You may not be surprised to learn but I am. I was going into this with my head straight. Why I asked questions like what we wanted, and little bits of future. I didn’t think you was a liar and I still dont think you are but I have nothing nothing at all to believe otherwise.
That’s why I’m stuck. Completely stuck. I keep moving forward but you hold me back unintentionally, with out knowing.
We had more good days then bad infact we only had one bad day , ok maybe two. But bad days are bound to happen. I was prepared to make things work I was prepared, I listened, I was there.
But there was something else?
Or someone else?
Lettersyoullneversee · October 29, 2019 · Lettersyoullneversee, Him, My Only · abandoned, abandonedhouses, adultcontent, always, anxietypoetry, authorscomunity, awareness, beauty, bestseller, blogger, bloggers, blogging, book, breakup, budget, burning, bye, cheat, City, citylife, comeback, comment, community, community local, Consent, creative, creativewriting, Creator, crisis, imwriting, inlove, Instagram, journal, journalism, kind, Kingston-upon-Hull, Kingstonuponhull, kiss, law, letters, Lettersyoullneversee, like, lovepoetry, lovestory, Loveyou, medicine, Menntalhealthmatters, mentalhealth, mentalhealthmatters, Metoo, micropoetry, mind, missyou, mood, moon, need, newbook, News, nofilter, official, openmic, opinion, original, parent, passion, people, photographer, photography, pleasure, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetrycommunity, poetrycomunity, poetryforhim, politics, popular, post, postnatal, pregnancy, pressthis, prestonroad, privatelaw, project, published, publishedwriter, reading, readme, reality, Reblog, relationships, renting, romantic, ryhme, sad, sand, script, Selfpublish, selfworth, sex, sharing, she, shortstory, Singlemum, smell, songs, Songwriter, speechless, Spirit, spokenword, stars, subscribe, summer, teenagepoems, thankyou, write, writerscommunity
So we got to the part where we was in the nightclub.
I was balling my eyes out I needed you close and next to me and you allowed yourself to be close and next to me. You didnt shout at me or have ago, or tell me to stop crying, you didnt get embarrassed by me. These were all actions I wasn’t used to.
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.
Lettersyoullneversee · October 29, 2019 · Lettersyoullneversee, Him, My Only · 18only, adultcontent, always, anxietypoetry, art, author, authors, authorscomunity, award, ❤️, beauty, believer, benefits, bestseller, blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, book, breaking news, breakup, budget, burning, bye, cheat, City, citylife, comeback, comment, community, community local, Consent, creative, creativewriting, Creator, dark, day, deardiary, Depressed, depression, derelict, desire, destiny, diary, femalepoet, imwriting, lovepoetry, micropoetry, poetry, poetrycommunity, poetryforhim, publishedwriter, Selfpublish, selfworth, sharing, spokenword, stories, story, student, subscribe, summer, warrior, woman, write, writer, writerscommunity, writing, Yorkshire poet, yorkshirepoet, youmatter, youtube
If you’ve read this far ahead then wow thanks, and I hope your enjoying the story so far.
As you may have thought in the last entries that maybe there was no need for me to be as anxious as I was in the start but you may start to see why further on.
I told you, I hate birthdays they always seem to cause issues, not like on purpose, at least ‘mine’ did anyway and I told you I definelty wasn’t into mine and that I hadn’t done anything for mine since I was maybe 18 or so mainly because of being thrown out a month or so after my 16th.
Having ex’s that made 0 effort, or made some effort but made me feel bad during.
You said it would be all ok and that you would make my next one feel good, and to expect presents, this was a grand gesture and I loved that you said this. Only now I go back on my word and hate that its not going to happen now and my birthday is gonna suck big time, sort of wish I took your comment with a pinch of salt I was looking forward to it.
So today was your birthday, and you’d been with friends for awhile before i met you although we had a little struggle deciding if it was a good idea for me to come. I really wanted to come and it puzzled me a little bit why you would want to put me off, but you reassured me and said it’s just because it will be all the guys and then I thought well that doesn’t really bother me either and I wanted to see you, we was starting to be something and it would have been nice to just see you for a drink.
I was prepared to just see you for one and see you the next day or something, but we carried on with the plan for me to meet you and go from there.
I looked at presents, a fair few, I carried them to the till and then I took them back because I wasn’t sure you would like them. I mean I had a good idea of what you liked at this point I was going to buy you best selling crime book, fiction.
I know I had been out with you already before now and I really didn’t want to be overseeing you or coming across as anything and I don’t think you thought that because when I saw you you seemed really happy to see me, I know I dressed like and absolute turd, but I wasn’t used to going out, and I honestly had no idea what to wear.
You introduced me to your friends they was nice, and I cant not mention the one who said I looked like a child which was fine because it only meant that meant that you…
Look I wont go there it was ither a dig at my age which is fucking stupid because the legal age to drink is 18 and im 6 years past that, and my hieght is just my hieght, he wasnt much taller so it just made the stupid comments look daft and he probably was doing it because he wanted some of my fine arse, i’m joking I dont think I have a fine arse.
I mean he was nice looking to be honest and I am so fucking happy I am allowed to say this now because my god if I wasn’t allowed to say it I would have ended up just saying it anyway.
You was close to this person and you had a lot of sympathy for him but we never got far enough for me to understand this but again I respected that this was how things was and it wasn’t any of my buisness and that is why I didn’t ask, what the deal with that person was.
I was holding your hand under the table and placing it on your knee, kissing you, it was nice it was right and it was supposed to be like that, you was getting drunk, wasted and I wasnt really that drunk we walked off up to spiders and it was really great night, I know that it wasnt my night i really didnt want to take the attention, I carried your bizzare unicorn bag with the sugar and the burger cheese in, we went to the cloak room together and we went for a cig.
Now this night was significant in many ways in some ways this was you and this is how you was around friends, your friends are apart of you, they are your family, your world, they are important and if I didnt pass the friends test and they thought I was insane, they probably do now but oh well, then I had no chance in this new life.
I’m sorry, I had to stop here because it was all just making me far too upset, I just think about what you would say to me and probably tell me to just get the fuck over it, theres part of me just wishing and hoping that I will wake up one day and there will be a letter back in the door, a phone call or you.
Flowers even some chocolates to hand, don’t get me started on your chocolate analogy, look chocolates don’t matter if you was stood there with flowers, or just stood there it would be like, oh wow moment.
Basically, all I am saying is it would be so nice to see you. I know this is not some chic flick love film and real life is fucked up and misreable, if I had chance again to talk to you some may think it would be for the wrong reasons, selfish reasoning, I am not a horrible person, I understand if it is someones wishes not to see someone and if they dont want to see me then fine, it has to be what the other person wants otherwise its not fair.
Yes, I’m a terrible communicator, I send text messages and they are all jumbled and I think people missunderstand me sometimes, look I’m only human and I know I’ve fucked up too.
Lettersyoullneversee · October 28, 2019 · Lettersyoullneversee, Him, My Only · 18only, 2019, 31days, 31daysofletters, 5star, abandoned, abandonedhouses, adult, adultcontent, always, anxiety, anxietypoetry, art, author, authors, authorscomunity, awareness, ❤️, beauty, believer, benefits, bestseller, blog, blogger, bloggers, book, breakup, budget, burning, bye, cheat, City, citylife, comeback, comment, community+friends, creativewriting, femalephotographer, femalepoet, feminism, followme, forever, forgotton, freedom, freestyle, friends, girls, gone, goodbye, goth, graffiti, heartbreak, heartbroken, Help, her, Him, hold, holiday, Hornsea, horrible, Hull, humour, I love you, iloveyou, imwriting, inlove, Instagram, journalism, Kingston-upon-Hull, kiss, Lettersyoullneversee, lost, lovepoetry, lovestory, Loveyou, Spirit, spokenword, stars, stories, subscribe, summer, vss365, vssbook, vsspoem, wanderlust, war, woman, women, word, Wordpress, writerscommunity, Yorkshire poet, yorkshirepoet, youmatter, youtube
It was Tuesday and you’d gone back to work, you couldn’t believe how quick the weekend had gone. Like me you’d had a pretty slow and fucking boring year. Probably like me, looking into the fridge and searching the cupboards thinking ‘Fuck, I can’t be bothered to make another meal for just myself’, and again like me for 6 month grueling with no internet searching the insides of your brain thinking about what to do, walking around in your boxers scratching your bollocks eating leftover burger cheese slices from your birthday bag, wait, I haven’t got to your birthday, yet.
I don’t know why you got embarrassed I do precisly the same, I randomly eat cheese strings since the re-introdution from my close friends kids, I forgot cheese strings even existed. I mean I know I can’t scratch any balls, but if I could I totally would.
If you wasn’t then i’m sorry for the comparisons, and anyway don’t be embarrassed no one even knows who you are or who the hell im talking about. You don’t even know who you are because your not even reading this, and if you do read this and it upsets you then I am really sorry, but you knew I was a writer and you shouldn’t fall in love with writers, right?
That’s if that even happend, and also how would I even know anything, I know nothing. I know that your pissed off, and hate my writings so I may as well just carry on with the story for the benefit of the people who are still here, and who enjoy my writing.
It just seemed like to me that we had way too much in common, in a really great freaky friday way.
The date went down well and that’s all that people wanted to hear, I told my friend that I was really starting to like you, I told my other friend that I was really fucking unsure and scared mainly because I knew that if I developed emotions further, I knew I would be ripped in half to lose you.
Equally I wanted to spend my free time with you, and with them, even though things where changing for them too which meant free time doesn’t and wasn’t really happening much for anyone.
Perhaps it was wrong of me to speak to them before you, but I was just too worried and for that I’m sorry.
You knew I was a writer so you can’t look at me and expect this not to happen, I can’t spend another 5 years guessing the fuck out of my mistakes and wondering why. But I can write on a wordpress blog with barely any viewers and get it off my chest.
Literally I have been having crushing chest pains since I woke up, I’m hoping it will just pass I think that my iron tablets giving me stomach pains.
You was deflated that it was Tuesday but it was soon to be your birthday in a couple of weeks and that’s all that mattered. I recognised it was a tough month and I respected that for you because I cared about you. I’m not going to share that with anyone because I actually really do respect you.
Didn’t let that get us down we carried on with the week and it was great.
The second date came around and we went to go see a film, it was fun and I really enjoyed it. I was really anxious when we was there because I know what people say about dates at the cinema, snogging and touchy feeling, I felt like a big kid a teenager. Daft and silly.
I was all ready to get cosy and really bringing the courage up to kiss you this time, but you got up out your seat and went off to buy coffee. I’m an anxious person ok. I notice that most people probably won’t care if their first kiss with someone was snotty or smelly or something but I wanted this to be nice and I wanted you to think it was nice. You didn’t know this you probably just thought I was being freakishly shy or something.
It was a long film, fun, we had another evening together. Took me home and I just remember us talking about the film and having a cup of tea, you was stood in the garden just about to have a cig, and then you looked at me and gave me a really big hug.
Things where amazing perfect, and things started to go so quick
I lose track of time and some of my memory gets jumbled like I’ve been hit across the head at this point.
I look at you and I’m stood on the step of the back door half on half off wobbling.
You say you need to tell me something and we wasn’t drinking or drunk at this point so I was a little bit worried, I’d already thought about this the last time you said you needed to tell me something and I really wanted to hold on just a little longer because my fears, my terrible anxious logic was the quicker things where going, the quicker I was to losing you, I didn’t think 3 months on I’d be thinking the same thing, reflecting on the same thoughts, why am I so surprised if I thought these things before they even happend, did I set myself up to fail?
I know you guys are reading this and thinking what the fuck, but this is inside my brain, overactive overthinking and apparently incapable of receiving and keeping love.
You said it ‘I love you’ you said, you would have said it sooner but didn’t want to or wasn’t sure and I was shocked and anxious and crazy out my mind happy.
Lettersyoullneversee · October 19, 2019 · notebook, Elder, No Place · 2019, 31days, 31daysofletters, abandoned, abandonedhouses, adult, always, amazon, anxiety, anxietypoetry, art, author, awareness, believer, benefits, bestseller, blog, bloggers, blogging, book, breaking news, breakup, burning, bye, cheat, City, citylife, comeback, community, soul, speechless, Spirit, spokenword, stars, stories, taste, teen, teenagepoems, thankyou, theater, time, touch, truelove, urban, urbex, videos, war, warrior, woman, women, word, Wordpress, Wordpressblog, wordpresscommunity, world, write, writer, writerscommunity, writing, Yorkshire poet, yorkshirepoet, you, youmatter, youtube, zombies
Everything’s fucked up,
I mean look at the fucking government!
Who the fuck had the authority,
To call me up and question me,
Why I write poetry ?
Why I write poetry ?
Who the fuck.
I haven’t been honest with myself,
I mean look at the state of my house,
I couldn’t afford draws,
Theres furniture I couldnt afford,
Lived with a mattress on the floor,
Whilst pregnant ,
They called me a whore,
He controlled my every move,
But fuck it I shouldnt have to prove,
They tell me I dont deserve kids,
They tell me I should be dead because of him,
I look around I see,
Homeless , drunk, and disorderly,
People sleeping in bin liners,
Defecating on the streets,
People Raping people behind bins,
Pulling out knives,
People dying in,
The streets they’ve been born and raised in,
I haven’t been honest with myself,
They tell me that I shouldnt have kids,
They tell me I better close my legs,
Like I’ve been giving out myself,
They say I’m a cunt and I’m a slag,
I dont deserve kids,
Hes the one who got up and walked out,
Hes the one who said he wanted to start,
I’ve haven’t been honest with myself,
Who the hell pushes someone to the edge,
Uses sex as farewell,
This is Hull its starting to get colder,
Please tell me there is more out there,
Before I end it all because I wont care,
Hull daily mail will exploit you,
Surround the hounds to destroy you,
Call you names and down you,
To the ground and drown you,
This is Hull.
Lettersyoullneversee · October 19, 2019 · Him · anxietypoetry, author, ❤️, blogger, bloggers, blogging, comeback, comment, community, creativewriting, deardiary, depression, femalepoet, imwriting, lovepoem, publishedwriter, Selfpublish, selfworth, Songwriter, soul, speechless, Spirit, spokenword, stars, stories, story, subscribe, summer, sun, taste, tears, tease, teen, teenagepoems, thankyou, torn, touch, truelove, twitter, uk, urban, videos, war, warrior, woman, women, word, Wordpress, Wordpressblog, wordpresscommunity, world, write, writerscommunity, yorkshirepoet, youmatter, youtube
I had to throw you out once or twice,
Being late not worth the sacrifice,
Sitting outside the pub like we did in the beginning,
If it wasnt love then fuck’ you got me hoaxed, but you still passed me the vodka cokes,
It’s like I didnt need anyone else around me.
Because you gave me everything I need (needed)
Time will make things simpler,
Looking serious like theres no turning back,
Theres not much around not much here,
It’s scary that the blanks are deadly silent,
And for some time I wanted quiet,
But even this is too much to bare,
I wish things would get easier,