WeLovedAndLost

My love, after all we've said and done Are you telling me the time has come To go our separate ways? And after all that we've been through If there's nothing I can say or do The truth I'll have to face I know I can't keep living yesterday I wish there was something I could say To make myself forget But now, if you really have to go Then I need to find the strength to show No sadness, no regret... You won't be here tomorrow But I'll get through the sorrow I'll keep the fire burning Though my heart's breaking Because every day I'm learning Life is for the taking And no matter what I know that in the end At least I can be certain This heart w

          They didn't plan it and no one could have anticipated it, but there it was. So different - drawn together by the smallest twists of fate - yet lost in each other; bound so tightly you could believe they were one and the same. The blonde and the brunette joined in the most sacramental of ways, creating something anew and alive; more alive than all that had come before or might ever be again. Existing in this one moment in time, they were the missing part of the other's life, making themselves complete. Who they were dissolved in the fire of passion and truth, reforging them into a single entity; so akin to each other that they could

The Lie of the Land “Nothing is so good it lasts eternally Perfect situations must go wrong But this has never yet prevented me Wanting far too much for far too long...”          It was barely eight o’clock and the radio was already mocking me. It was my favourite version as well. Because today wouldn’t have been bad enough without a waking reminder that my life was in pieces. I sat at the kitchen table, brooding over my tea, listening to Claire Richards belt her heart out and wondered where I went wrong. I know that things happen – relationships end and time consumes all – but I never thought it would h

          It’s first love that bears the most fruit, so ‘tis said. Most spoil after so long, but some grow and flower for years – even a lifetime. Looking across the bed, I believed I was one of the lucky ones. I was barely eighteen and so was he; our relationship had barely begun. But I felt as though I’d known him all my life. It was quite miraculous, almost, how we ended up together – I had no desires or expectations. But fate had other ideas, it seemed.          Despite our age, we’d been together for years. I couldn’t have predicted I’d be here now – that we’d be here now R

“You can let go now”.          He hadn’t woken up for a week, but that’s what anaesthesia does, especially at that dosage. But what else can you do when there is nothing else? I made him comfortable, though I don’t know if he could feel it. I hoped he could; I hoped that fluffing his pillows or holding his hand made some difference.          He’d chosen to stay at home, or – more accurately - come home. All that beeping and whirring and the cacophonous din of lives that now seemed terribly unimportant was too much. There was nothing they could do for him that required him to stay, so he came home

My eyes were blue. My hair was black. My skin was white. That’s all anyone saw. That’s all anyone wanted to see.          All my life I’ve been some cosmic punchline. I could never have all of anything unless it was blistering heartbreak. No one had ever really cared about me; I was only a source of satisfaction to those who deigned to grace me with their overtures. And for the longest time that’s all I thought I was worth, a quick fix. How ironic that now it’s all I want.          The first time it happened I was devastated. It kept me up at night crying, hurting and wondering why it had to be like this R

It was midnight. It was raining. You knocked on my door.          My shock was bested only by my panic. It had been so long. I wondered what game you were playing. I wanted to leave you there to drown in the numbing rain. I wanted to watch you freeze in the glacial wind. I wanted this, but I couldn't let it happen. Because, once again, you got the better of me.          I invited you in. I found you a bath towel and fixed you a cup of tea. I asked you why you were here. You said you had nowhere else to go. I wanted to gloat, but I didn't.          We talked for what seemed like hours; well into the night. I wanted you to leave, but not e

          It had been many months now since I saw him last. I’d spoken to him on the phone a few times, but every opportunity I gave for him to make an appearance he either rejected or flaked on. I didn’t know why, but I knew something was wrong. He’d gone from the soul of the party to a hermit; that was a problem.          After the third month of seeing nothing of him I took it upon myself to seek him out. And it was a lot more difficult than I would have expected. Several times I called him at home and each time I received no answer, so I resorted to more discerning methods: I contacted his family. To my alarm they, too

I love you. And I never realised the depths of it until now. I like to think I could make you happy. I would never hurt you; I would never allow harm to come to you. And I would fight for you until my dying breath. But who is it I have to compete with? What is it? Just sheer carnality or does it run deeper than that? Am I wasting my time? Am I wasting these words? There may be better men than me but, my God, no one wants to wake up next to you more than I do. I want to know you better. I know your name, your age and your nationality; I wish I knew more. But what I remember... Lord, what I remember... I can still feel your touch, you know.