Dear Ron, As I sat here and thought about all the people I could write to, honestly, I had no clue. I know so many people in my life who all mean ridiculous amounts to me, and then I thought of you. Because the difference is, those people, I can still appreciate. For you, I… Continue reading Letters from Lockdown 5: Issy Steventon
-2- Take me back to the time when I did not require you to make me feel good. Take me back to the time when I did not need your smiles and kisses and promises. Take me back to the time when I did not yearn for your touch and heat and skin. Take me… Continue reading Forget
If I, at fifteen years old, had met myself now, I would not recognise the woman I have become. I don’t mean that in a bad way at all, I mean it in a way that people change, and even over a short span of three years, a lot can happen. I wouldn’t have known… Continue reading The Women in My Life
-5- How can I believe the lies you breathe? How can I trust your words of dust? How can I remember your love that is a dying ember? How can I care if you are my nightmare? F-29/11/19
-1- This is the eulogy to you, For someone I believed I knew, And for as many words and moments that are now lost, I think keeping you would have been a higher cost. My skin burns when I think of what could be, Of you with someone who isn't me. So, I write you… Continue reading Eulogy
