• So low..

    by  • January 16, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, Confession • 0 Comments

    That just about sums it up
    I’m at such a low, low ebb without you.
    You probably dont know or care about my recent loss, but it struck me that all I wanted was you to hold me and lie, like you used to, about protecting me and keeping me safe
    Who would have thought that you were the thing I should have been protected from?
    It felt treacherous to be thinking of you at a time when my mind was whirling with grief.
    I wanted to look after you as we aged.
    I wanted you, I still do
    When someone says what a waste of space you are, it cuts like a knife, but I manage to maintain my dignity.
    All this, and nobody knows but me…

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