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The pictures glared at me from the wall where they’d been hung as the memories collected, taunting me on my new loss. I tore each one down, blinking back the tears that were fighting their way out of my eyes. Confused, I shoved them inside my bedside drawer, drowning out the past happiness that was no longer. Each one faced its darkened fate as I shoved the drawer shut on our smiles, trying not to remember. I fell head first onto my bed, uncaring. Why’d life matter anymore? I sure as hell did...

Been there since I remember, January to December. How much I miss you, You’ll never know, Our emotions, Just come and go. Reflected we ran, Danced in joy, Tore through anger, Wrestled the toy. Growing up, You were always there, So never a moment, Did I stop and stare. Should have realised the beauty You hold, The wonderment, As you grew old. Blinded you were, As were I, But the mutual bonds shared, Tell no lie. No words needed, Even in fury, For the ‘I love you’, Doesn’t need a jury. Time mov...

Smooth white lines decorate the glass table, Heaven’s angels that offer me my breath, Picturesque lover beating me stable, A never-ending mask held over death. Brought by a tunnel gently inserted, Searing rush swapped for matchless sensations, A constant cycle, simply perverted, Repeated through tormenting temptations. Vivid waves distract my freefalling soul, Heart in danger of cardiac arrest, Searching for perpetually lost control, My corpse a chemical vessel, possessed. This simple love cl...

I settle deeper into my seat at the desk, head in my hands despairingly whilst hungrily eyeing up the sun that streams through the open window, flowing into my room in a warm mash of hope. I glance once more at the incoherent letters scattered across the dark wooden top, each with the same bitter words angrily digging into the blank white paper. I swear quietly to myself and for about the fifth time gaze out of the window, torn between this fairytale reality and the grim facts staring me in t...

I brushed the dark tangling vines out of my face, tentatively creeping over the soft leafed floor. My pale blue eyes, shrouded by a smog of lurid brown hair, darted from tree to tree, convinced there was something waiting in the shadows. More than once I jumped as the moonlight played against the gnarled trunks creating shapes that only nightmares should hold. I kept on staggering along, I wasn’t sure where, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure how I’d got here. But it definitely felt real enough ...