Category: Life VS Reality

Popped

So earlier today or rather late yesterday, I popped a few pills to help ease the pain away.

Blood mixed with my urine is not blood in my pee – I’m menstruating it’s natural, the pain is created by my body.

So earlier today or rather late yesterday, I popped a few pills to help ease the pain away.

Being this hot is a part of the process, its not an act or a piece of improv!

I’m menstruating it’s natural, the heat is created by my body.

Yes, I’m up early it’s like 02:17. I don’t care that I’m up at this hour, I don’t care you see.

So earlier today or rather late yesterday, I popped a few pills to keep the pain at bay.

The Child We Never Had

We made love a few times.

We imagined our DNA blended.

We spoke about the traits that we felt our baby would inherit.

We dreamt about love that our child would be showered with.

But you, my love, trashed everything we had – you dismantled it and expected to keep parts. The parts that you felt complimented your life.

No.

I could not allow that.

I removed my own heart before you had the chance the trash that too.

The child we never had, is a child I’ll create without you.

iWrite

I write each day.

I write my way.

I write to say, that I said what I say.

I write because our universe inspires me.

I write to manifest new realities.

I writing to open up my destiny.

I write for you and only you because you believe in me.

Pain

Pain is when you feel the pinch deep within your soul.

Pain is numb when love dies, and your life is abandoned in the cold.

Pain is walking away from words spoken but never told.

Pain is dramatic and intense when it first hits.

Pain is beautiful and hated ever since.

Pain is my life when friends turn to foes.

Pain is the lies trusted humans once sold.

Pain is barbaric, catastrophic and cosmic.

Pain is temporary, explosive and static.

Pain pierced deep within my blue heart.

Pain is my period; middle, end and start.

Pain is peace when silence brings you down.

Pain is Queen Unique, sporting a blue pen in her crown.

Coldness from the Gap.

I woke up/I wake up.

I open the window/I opened the window.

I feel the cold/I felt the cold.

I consider the freshness of the air circulating/I considered the coldness of the circulated air.

The actions about I repeat over and over, I let the coldness in and again I start over. I was not aware of the gap until my space felt colder.

Mind Games

When I know you’re a liar, lying to me right now.

Yet, I give you time and attention.

I hear my instinct saying, ‘Unique! What the fuck are you doing? Why are you bothering? You know he’s mentally screwing YOU!’

I love your voice, loved your voice, I adored the attention.

I accepted your lies, for nanoscopic specks of affection.

The Mindgame was a game played by two.

You believed I believed you and I knew the truth.

No Caller ID

You called on the 3rd of May 2020 at 23:53

My phone was on night mode, which means there was no ringing for me to see or hear.

You withheld your number unknown was the information provided.

I don’t know who you are or why you even decided to call so late.

It could have been important? But I guess I’ll never know.

No caller ID, no numbers on show.

Home Sweet Home

A roof over your head.

Food in the fridge.

Stop complaining!

Access to hot water, hot and clean may I add.

Stop complaining!

Fresh fruit and vegetables, the word fresh being key.

A warm bed to sleep in, but you want more you see.

Stop complaining.

We’ve been asked to stay indoors, the way I hear many of you moaning, you would’ve thought you’ve been asked to go to war.

Home sweet home.

The Exchange

It was on a dating site we matched, chatted and exchanged numbers.

We went on to exchange sounds.

Exchange feelings.

Exchange memories.

Exchange love.

Exchange resentment.

Exchange life.

Exchange disappointment.

Exchange expectations.

Exchange new desires.

Exchange old likes.

Exchange lies.

Blocked.

Deleted.

May 1st

The heater is on; my feet are cold. Who would’ve guessed May would be so cold?

All I feel like doing is curling up in my bed and sleeping in.

But it’s May 1st and may I remind myself, I have 30,000 words to write.

Rather than typing, I’m going to write by hand today – that way I know, it’s written and not avoided.