noooooooooooo! I just lost almost a whole post!
oh well, i’ll start again.
I know I’ve been writing here alot recently, I guess I have alot to say at the moment. And I spose I also feel invited to write again (Thanks Iain.)
I bought a chest of drawers this week to help contain the copious number of garments I have collected in recent times.
as I rearranged and cleaned my room I came across a bag of things that were from or of “him”
It was a sharp shock in a rather peaceful day.
It didn’t mean much, but I found myself saying out loud that “I never want to hear form you again” not to sound spiteful or anything, I have just progressed far enough in my life that I don’t need that security of knowing you anymore.
so as I lay Exhausted and drained in bed last night, the poetry and prose came to me and I couldn’t sleep until I penned the words down…
I was cleaning in my room today, when I found memories of me and you
Hidden in the pages that I’d long removed
And it took me by surprise to think that thee was something more to you than lies or pride.
And that I once saw in you something worth my while.
bu days and months and years have come between
what I once considered to be everything
But now it’s gone and for a while I wasn’t sure if I’d survive without you by my side
I don’t intend to sound spiteful or malicious but in the end i’m happy now you’re gone.
As I filtered through the pages, our memories flooded back to my mind
us at the beach, lost in a city, holding hands in a movie and screaming endless fights
And I ignored back then the urge to burn it all, to remove our memrobilia for once and for all
I wish I’d had the courage to call you up and tell you
But days and months and years have come between, now i’ve lost the energy to make a full blown scene
Coz now it’s gone
And for a while I wasn’t sure if I’d survive without you by my side
and i don’t intend to sound spiteful or malicious but in the end i’m happy now you’re gone.
And I wish, how I wish I had the nerve to say
I’d call you up and ask you in an anna polite way
I’d say you were once a part of my life
that was enough, now i’ve had enough
would you be kind enough to stay away
best of luck
but don’t call me
don’t talk to me
don’t write me
and most of all don’t pretend you were the victim.
in the end….
oh the memory of you
