Tuesday 25 May 2021

for a life at fifty.

 



I think I'm terrified of writing 

on this platform, I mean. 


I have so much to tell you but who's going to be there to pick me up

like last time

because I don't have that person anymore. 


and it really sucks because I feel like I was more than myself when I was writing to you,

to whoever stumbled upon these inconsequential ramblings of mine. 

I guess I just feel like 

if I were to fall again, I wouldn't be able to get back up again

or at least, I wouldn't want to. 

Saturday 15 May 2021

the tea you didn't know series. [1]

 




[i have never look outside for love when it came to you 

i only did so when you started taking a week to text me back]