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Salty Saturdays – Pencilled In 03.04.2021

We could call it whatever we like, essentially we set the rules surrounding our lives.

Our relationship has intensified in areas we did not expect.

Burning questions, life lessons and stealth deception.

We dreamt of becoming the couple that wins at everything. Only we end up losing because neither of us accepts the fact that we aren’t like the pictures we post up on our social media platforms.

#BAE

We dare not part, for the blogs would type and the users would read, the creators would make memes and our lie would be free!

That’s why each week we pencil in a day, well a block of time for us to try and reach and match our still images of happiness with reality.

The Baby Cried

You went on like you forgot to buy condoms.

I acted like it was okay! I didn’t want a piece of latex to ruin our moment in time.

My period was late.

My period never arrived.

I tested positive.

I cried.

I waited for what I thought was the right time to tell you and you offered to book me into a private abortion clinic.

I hadn’t reacted and you assumed I agreed with your offer.

When two people declare love and love has been shown, one can’t help but imagine that whatever comes their way, they will face it as one.

Old Pain

Old Pain

For a long time, I held on like super-glue on the minds of the dumb and reckless.

I gave birth to resentment and fed jealousy all the nonsense it needed to thrive.

I processed negative thoughts and entertained deception.

I blended life with extra drama and gave hate a glorious reception.

Today I write this to let you know, that today is the day I let old pain go.

I searched deep within and located blue notes of fortune.

I played back the tune and remembered the connection I once shared with you.

The tune went over and through my existence. I feel warm and excited at releasing my stubborn resistance.

I miss you, I love you and this post ain’t no joke!

I wish we could reconnect and remain connected this time. I pushed you and pushed you away at the time. I was a tyrant to our growth – I feared having hope.

I accept that part was wrong and I should’ve stopped when you spoke.

Anything good in my life I don’t believe it, you see.

I poke it and prick it and build walls around me.

I feared being happy, as you made me happy so much so. There were shit times, you were shit at times – all acknowledged and I’ve let go.

Back then I did what I felt was right.

I pushed you away and set our bond on fire. I retreated to my safe space and watched memories burn away.

I apologise.

I’m sorry.

If you ever call I’d say, ‘It’s okay. I understand.’

Unique

A Thought

Almost daily I miss our bond.

I love you and I’m sorry we never remained friends.

I know in my heart we were bought together to educate specific areas of my life.

I know in my soul that were it not for your presence, I would never have levelled up!

You may never reach out following our last conversation. However, if you did? Know I’ll be happy to hear from you.

I may never contact you in this world. However, take comfort in the fact that I want to.

I’m in a place where my thoughts are valued and my points are understood. I’ve found a space for my creativity to thrive and for my heart to expand with joy.

I have a bounty of gratitude I reflect upon daily.

Our initial bond gave birth to a whole new universe and I’ll forever remain dedicated to the gift. Your role in this has been noted and tears have fallen.

Avo.

I Blocked the Bitch!

I blocked the bitch.

I blocked the bitch.

I stopped the bitch.

I locked off the bitch.

I dropped the bitch.

Cut off the bitch.

Read the bitch and shocked the bitch.

Keep your one sided activities, ignorant mindset and lack of complete narrative. I don’t need any of it.

The understanding that you are who you are: means that I’ll always grow being true to myself.

Salty Saturdays: Basically!

The bitch borrowed money for reasons she failed to list.

But we saw her with her nails done!

Shellac, she hash-tagged the life out of, even managing to upload a short video explaining her ‘fit,’ for today’s LET’S VALIDATE MELLISA LOOK!

But then that second text came through:

Hey, Hun

Hope you’re good?

I was wondering if you could lend me £60, please?

I have no food left and I need to get some bits in for my kids.

I know I’ve already borrowed £30 but I can give it all back next Friday when I get paid.

Xxxxx

The bitch asked for more money, this time stating its for food for her kids. She has two.

But her latest post shows she’s spending coins in Armani.

Armani life, she hash-tagged with 29 Armani related tags that followed. A new purse was purchased, I guess that was to store borrowed money inside.

I read the message.

I logged onto Just Eat and ordered a waffle with syrup and vanilla ice-cream

Basically.

Salty Saturdays: Maybe – 27.02.2021

Maybe you eat the chicken raw if the chicken is what you like.

Maybe I cut the phone because I hate social connections.

Maybe you drink out of a larger cup because you’re greedy and don’t give a fuck that there’s nothing left for the rest of us.

Maybe I raise my eyebrows at you, for hoarding your shit. I hate it. All of it.

Maybe you apologise for being a dick and then wank yourself with an old sock.

Maybe, I’m just overthinking the possibilities? I mean, didn’t you say you were vegan?