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I was anxious- part 3

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.

Letters youll never see 29th October 2019

Dear,

I’ve been looking at this fucking essay for 11 days. Only you would know how to tackle it.

Old policing, new policing whats the difference why did the uk introduce new style policing, what about the watchmen, the people who was going out their way to keep order, non paid non uniformed. New police style more functional, paid, introduced to tackle new class wars.

I know where your heart was and where it could of been. I was observing your emotions and listening to every word, stories you told me your desires interests. I wanted to be there to support you, give you back that part if your brain you used up on topics you enjoyed, your intelligent enough to do so. But you put yourself down, so down, that’s not healthy you know. It makes me think now that all the things we spoke about meant nothing.

Theres way to many old grounds I cant keep going over everytime I meet someone, so for now all I tell people is my name is Lilyth, anything after that they can figure out for themselves.

After all the tragedy you need to make sure you care for yourself. I dont know why you wouldnt want to go out there and enjoy it, do what you love you deserve to be bloody happy. Even if you enjoy punishing yourself and living like a tramp.

I’m not normally as OCD but I’ve decided to start developing rules I keep by and maybe it is just a phase for now but it makes me smile.

1. Make some bloody effort

( make up, clean your hair, force yourself to get in the fucking shower your not a year 5 pupil anymore and the water supply isn’t cut off from hot water so bloody sort yourself out.)

2. Smile

(Even if it kills you)

3. Act like you are dumber than you think

(By this I mean dont jump ahead stop putting your arm up in lectures your only making yourself harder to approach. Noone likes a teachers pet ever. Even if it’s easier to relate to older people especially lecturers. Even if you are older now, classed as a mature student and watched your fellow friends leave and graduate twice )

That’s right I’ve seen two graduate years leave, walk out. Go off enjoy thier lovely lives as a new graduate, soaking up the debt and driving in cars thier daddy’s bought them.

Fun.

Yours

Lilyth

7 weeks, every Monday, you counted it along with me.

I take a look at myself now,

As I sit in the bath,

Drinking some cheap shitty wine from Aldi,

Didn’t want to waste a dime on lonely average alcohol binging nights, they don’t happen often,

Beautiful South sits along with me,

Singing heartfelt songs about relationships and reality,

Not long ago you spent the weekends with me,

Maybe not every but it was something,

I’ve wasted my chances,

Even a hello now is simple ghost,

But when I left your shop you scanned my face,

You asked me what plans I had in place,

I haven’t even seen one mate.

It’s not that I don’t want to feel OK,

It’s just its not OK what’s been happening,

But you seem so happy.

And I guess that’s all I need to know,

So long as it’s OK for you,

It will be for me too.

I’m fucking joking by the way,

Here it is babe,

12 weeks and 6 days,

Finger poke the nose and stroke the dimples on my face,

I’m stressing out,

Days,

You counted along with me.

Proof

Keep on clawing at the skin,

Keep on going back and picking,

Picking.

Crows don’t care about the mud,

They stand in the puddles,

Feet surrounded by water,

They’re pretty neat and clever little creatures,

Dance along to sorror songs,

Life’s strange like that,

It would have been nice,

I went back to the scene just so you know,

I have proof,

I’d of been your bandage,

Umbrella,

I’m great at managing a good fucking disaster,

Plaster,

House trained, brighten up your day,

There was no expire,

I have proof,

Extra length extra depths extra breaths,

I’d of gone the whole mile ahead,

With you, its home.

I’d of made sure you was safe,

Kept out of your space when you needed space,

I’d of learnt the boundaries and been delicate,

I would

But

 

Flowers

I walked back home,

And it was cold that afternoon,

Been raining since the AM,

Couldn’t really afford a cab,

Your driving around was really handy, 

But you know its been kind of hard since you left, see,

To see you standing there,

Before you vanished like a puff of air,

Your face all graced with love and care,

Feeling your warmth grow closer,

That was something I never thought I’d see,

My work might as well be dumped in the bin,

Because all I do is keep on struggling,

I accepted that you will,

Continue to treat me like I was never there.

And I try to continue like nothing happend.

Oh a world where you learn to be adult,

Making habits of being fucked,

And accepting pain when it all fucks up.

 

 

Confusing me

My face is a completely different shape,

And I don’t even sound the same,

My hair is brown and hers is black,

Different backgrounds,

I don’t get the same support,

I’m a lone wolf,

Head dragged back,

I’ve been distraught,

Your confusing me…

With her,

You know you could have trusted me my dear,

You didnt ever have to feel in fear,

I’m more understanding then you think,

She wears cotton I wear silk,

I might have skipped on some luxuries,

A life so far on handouts it has been,

But I would never ever expect it to be,

The be all and end all, don’t you see?

Trust me,

Your confusing me,

With someone that exploited your expectations,

Someone who used you as convenience,

We wasn’t agreeing to any distance,

You got freaked out because it meant something,

You told me it was worth it.

Your confusing me with her,

And we don’t even compare.

 

Can you hear me

Tell me this,
Was I worth the shag?
Was I worth the brag?
Was it nice to have a little fun,
Did you enjoy?
Did you like it?
Tell me this,
Does it cross your mind?
Ever,
The harm you’ve dealt?
And harm you’ve caused?
Does it ever play time and time,
Inside your space,
Just because you messed me up internally,
Hidden scars and bruises,
If it was physically,
I’d already be dead,

Because its,
Not the only cliff,
I’ve been mislead,
Was it worth it?
Was it worth your precious time?
You kept harping on not ever having all the time?
Was it worth the look in your eye?
Was it worth the pub drinks in the bar?
The holding of my hand?
The feeling of my arm?
It’s hurting.
Maybe because it really is love this time,
But never is on both sides?
Right?
You might think I’ve gone completly mad,
But,
I know there’s something holding you up,
Or maybe,
You used me?
To see all the wrongs,
To go back and amend the rights,
That’s right?
She said,
He said,
Maybe,
I was just a phase,
For your midlife crisis days…
I know I made you feel something,
Can you hear me?
I’d like to know where the old me might be.

I’d be wrong to let this settle for nothing.

I’d be wrong to not question what’s on coming.

I’ve been searching for clues and you still give me nothing.

 

Your hiding,

hiding,

hiding,

hiding,

hiding.

 

Please just set me free.

Get a job.

Ummm…
I’m feel guilty,
And you made me,
And you intended it to make me,
Feel
Guilty.

Get a job.

Get a job.

Get a job.

Oh get a job.

Why is your ignorance so foul and horrible, I didn’t even think it could be possible.

Get a job,
You said
Get a job,
Get a job,
Are you done?
Get a job.

How dare you try and call me out , for years I’ve raised your babe, how dare you think I’m trying to squeeze your account for pennies you don’t make, you make a child so pay up, you haven’t even spent a day… and never mind the days you spent trying to get it up, it didn’t do much by the way.

You do and say the dirty on me now, but people don’t even know the truth,and what about that time your glasses fell in to the loo, yeah you threw up, and still put them back on your face.
oh please hold me for a sec, whilst I gather my frozen heart… I smashed and beat up all your speakers and book shelf as you cut my life in half, don’t lecture me , get a job, get a job, when you shove fries into a box, I’m trying to better our kids futures for the best, so your comments can all fuck off!

And if your offering to pay the nursery fees, then fuck yeah I will get a job in a heartbeat.

Do you deal with tantrums dear? the ones in the middle of Sainsbury’s in a rage? Or do you deal with when they’re sick? And you cant Leave the house for days? Are you thrown off busses because the pram don’t fit? Or making three square meals a day? I don’t think so do you sir? Now I watch your comments fly of fuck they go away.

Don’t lecture me get a job, pay your fucking way. You made a child how dare you starve and leave him as if to say, ‘I’ve done my bit now she’s off her tits I know the kid will be fine’, how about how he will be feeling in 10 or 20 years time. I’m gonna do my bit I will and it seems your sympathy and support is all to shit. Just remember if you can, I didn’t get off on it , and to be fair I spent most the days trying to clean the shit out of your pants, your a full grown man, please forgive me if you can, but giving birth was 10x worse than these words you keep going on, just please shut up and then fuck off.

It takes 2.

You wasn’t always a …

You wasn’t always a cu*t…
Yeah I know because once you gave me your heart and soul…
Now your friends are all freaks,
I mean look at the state of their feet,
No one where’s thoose types of trainers,
They’re out of date and they need reminders.
You wasn’t always a cu*t,
You had a good taste in music,
Pretty close to your family,
I admired your authenticity,
But you turned on me,
Like I was some kind of creep,
You wasn’t always a cu*t,
Honey, please come in,
I made dinner, you know what you used to say about chicken,
These little perks of things,
Personalities,
You wasn’t always a cu*t to me in reality,
I guess,
It can’t be,
You?

You wouldn’t turn your back on your kid,
Not slightly.

I don’t get why things had to be so hard,
I didn’t mean to push you too far,
I wanted at least to be amicable,
We had a child that’s magical,
I get you hate that I gave birth,
And maybe for all that it’s worth,
Perhaps maybe there’s a better earth…
But you wasn’t always a cu*t.

you never shared those snap shots

you never shared those snap shots

of us standing in the park

my face hidden by the restaurant menu

and kisses after dark

you never shared the footage

of when we went to the sea

one after another

you took snap shots of me

sitting in the deck chairs

our friend ordered

not for free

and that cow in the arcade

sort of broke down such a good day

it broke my heart i knew it was a start of a drift

but you found me eventually and you said non of this would effect us

snap shots taken

kept on your phone storage

you didn’t share

snap shots taken moving pictures with the air…

when will you decide to delete them? you dont care…

 

Let Me Go

 

you cant act like

you let me go

for love

or because you did’nt think that you was good enough

you cant assume that

because you’ve let me go

that its been for the best

you know

this is not what I asked for

this is not what I wanted or deserved

you’ve got me outnumbered

thrown out in thunder

you

let me go.

let me go.

Perhaps

Perhaps a little bit of bother would solve a little bit of nothing, that’s going nowhere , just a smidge, a little teeny tiny bit of bother, just a little bit, teeny weeny,

helpful handy,

merry happy,

fun lucky,

perhaps teeny tiny bit of money, teeny tiny bit of friends, pretending like the worlds about to end…

melancholy.