lie to me

Sometimes you like the quiet. It's that time where you can reflect, collect and collate. It doesn't feel like that anymore. It doesn't feel like you can relate to anything you're feeling, let alone reflect. It doesn't hurt anymore. At first, it stung. You would gasp and clutch your chest, as if to... Sign in to see full entry.

You are a means to an end. There is no soft seduction, no come hither stare only the faint touch of lust as he removes your underwear. You convince yourself there is feeling here, even though you don't always see it; after all - you've never seen God but you still believe. Don't you? It's not easy... Sign in to see full entry.

I missed the part where waiting meant no contact. Clearly I did not listen when we discussed that you would ignore me, clearly I did not read the memo that addressed this issue. It's like when you have an operation, and then afterwards you still have the nil by mouth sign above your bed... Really?... Sign in to see full entry.

In anger you clench your fist - not driven by violence but in desperation of trying to hold onto the last thread of a clear mind. You clench your jaw and swallow hard words that would swing the first blow. A clean slice through skin then flesh and bone to the fuel of your abhorrence. Blood pulsates,... Sign in to see full entry.

She is jaded because she knows the truth - she spends her time cataloguing their lies. A hundred and one, still more to come - you'd think she'd know better by now. Every mans mistress, every husbands whore - passions unbridled with unsaddled trust. We don't get over things, we go through them.... Sign in to see full entry.

and I will shoot you down on the flood plains of my mind until you succumb to the waves. My finger quivers on the trigger of a gun that you have made. Weapons forged from callouses on your heart (an organ we both remember you had, once upon a time). Medicated earth and salted wounds. Charred by a... Sign in to see full entry.

It’s easy to put you behind me when you spend all of your time like a dagger in my spine. You're not a colour I recognise anymore, a different shade of something else - buried beneath my nails; a hot black, burnt shade of white - tear-stained. Breath moistened, with the tinny taste of burnt pennies... Sign in to see full entry.

It's not easy trying to change without giving up who you are. They tell you to be a better you, don't change who you are, just be a better version. You cut away pieces of you that drag you down, pieces you don't need any more. You are cutting away pieces of you, you don't need them, but they are... Sign in to see full entry.

I've written hundreds of stories about hundreds of you. But you, you were a tricky one. You stuck to the edges of the pot, like gum on my heart. I had to scrape against the curb to be rid of you. There are no mistakes, just experiences we pretend are building character. They never told us character... Sign in to see full entry.

She's not unloved, just unlovable. Love and lust, she learnt the difference a long time ago, but is only just beginning to understand. Want is lustful, love is needful. Like any addiction, it's a fine line. It's easy to get confused. The first couple of times anyway... now she is broken and doesn't... Sign in to see full entry.