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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,

Permanent

Let me give you, a perfect reminder of why your worth every second and every moment.

See, your scars are stars around here, your harms are open arms around here. We will listen.

You deserve every drop of water, every breath of air.

You deserve love and affection and care.

You deserved to feel loved not compared.

You are the world.

No matter how long it takes your strength will grow.

You will find a way, you know. You know.

Let this be a permanent reminder,that YOU are worthy of life.

Even if it means you got to take tiny steps each day, at a time.

The world is yours, the world is you, not the other way around. You own noone nothing.

Somewhere around here you will discover your crown, even if you’ve been knocked down.

Your hurt, your warn, it’s cool.

Your smile will return soon.

When ever you are ready to show.

Be proud.

Even if you feel buried in sound.

Your feeling distraught, it’s allowed.

This is a permanent reminder.

That YOU are worthy of life.

Shower song

OK so I thought of this yesterday morning whilst having a shower. I was reading the bottles and I wanted to play with the words that manufactures use to sell their products. This is just a silly poem.

Shower song

Like shampoo

I will leave you succulent and full of sense

Fresh and revived

Free and alive.

 

Like conditioner

I will repair and protect

Leave no hidden suspect

A sensation you’ll never forget

and better yet, tear free.

 

Like shower cream

I will be like your wet dream

make your body gleam

my cost is two for one

so when I’m gone

you’ll have another to move on.

 

 

 

 

 

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.

Rubber ball

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.

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 25 – I gave you back your clothes.

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”

“Oh right”

“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?

Party.

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.

I was anxious – part 24 – the end

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.

But whatever.

Your loss. Right?

My conscious is clear I apologised to you,I tried to reach out and speak about stuff and you ignored me.

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.