Let us find ourselves, lay ourselves bare, run our hands across our naked hearts and not flinch when we say,
here I am home.

Society has laid it’s ***** hands upon us
Let us not live with it’s fingers
Lodged down our throats..

My god I took you for granted.

And there’s only so many times I can stomach the regrets I made before I want to claw them out of my insides. There shouldn’t have been room for regrets. There was not time. Time was ours until I stopped believing it was and then there was never enough.
I’ll never forgive myself for letting go of you, for losing sight of you
For turning around and closing the door
Long before you actually walked out of it

Because
in my whole 24 years of being on this god forsaken earth
Loving you was the only thing I ever did right.

Because you were the best poem I ever ******* wrote
And even after all these years
Of scraping back the words and trying to mesh them together
I still can’t make sense of these letters wrapped in metaphors.

I still can’t put my pen to paper
And draw out anything other than your name
And ‘I’m sorry’.

I still look for you, you know
In countries we never crossed
And continents we never kissed
And sometimes I still find you
Burning, softly, slowly,
In the lonely shadows of my heart
You always knew how to ignite a fire in me even when I was so sure I’d ran out of fuel.

I know we’ve both moved on
But there are still nights where I swear I feel you
In the creases of our sheets
In the curves of her skin.

If love is a war then I lived and died inside of you
And I’ve spent the last two years swallowing prescription pills
Throwing trust out of windowsills and
Skipping smoke out of my lungs
Desperately searching for some kind of resurrection.

I know that it’s over
But ****
I’d do anything to prop my lips
On the curves of your smile once more
To hang my heart
In the warm corridors of yours.

I’d give up an eternity of sunshine to feel my skin hot and burning against yours one last time.

I’m telling you, my love,
My lips are lost on loveless skin,
So tell me something
Are you still finding the pieces of my broken heart
Scattered across our bedroom floor?

In another life we’d have a second chance
What do you say?
Darling?
Just one more dance
I know how you love to dance.
My arms around your waist, your eyes holding mine, let’s rip down the clocks
And go back in time.

Of all the journeys I’ve ever made, coming home to you will always be my favourite, You know, I’ll never be able to teach myself to forget the feeling of your hands around my heart.

it’s been almost three years since we said goodbye
And I don’t think I’m any closer to letting you go.

It’s 3am and my thoughts are on fire
With the idea of you.

I’m still trying to figure out why it is
Every other woman I kiss
Leaves your taste on my lips.

Everything is temporary. Except you. You were always intended to be eternal.

In another life time
In every other life time
I am yours
And you are mine.

Every three seconds someone in the world is diagnosed with dementia, that works out as 9.9 million new cases of dementia world wide each and every year. In 2017 the number of sufferers was said to be just under 50 million, this number is set to almost double every 20 years.

I am walking for a world where people do not have to live in fear of losing themselves before they lose their lives. Where the only wandering that takes place is not up and down corridors, in streets, or in care homes but is that wonder of what life was like for those that suffered. Where the only reason that questions are asked is because people don't have to experience what it's like to have to lose a loved one to this disease. Where hands can feed their own mouths, where brains don't shut down, where people recognise the sound of their own voice, their reflection, where mirrors don't scream rejection.

I am walking for a time when people have a sense of time, of the date, of the year, where they don't live in fear of a diagnosis that stamps them with an expiration date, that defines and underlines the heavy hearted fate they are yet to await.

Where the only memories lost are the memory loss of what these symptoms and statistics sound like.
Where the only thing misplaced is the difficulties faced, because no one has to endure this illness anymore.
I am walking for a world without dementia.

Any and all donations welcome.

Thank you.

https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/mw266787

I will never stop fighting to find the sunshine in my veins.

When she touches me,
It is not just my skin she scathes,
It is my soul.

Darling, you need never feel blue,
I'll slice up the sun
And serve it on a platter for you.

Loving her comes as naturally as breathing,
I inhale her and exhale her
Every single time.

She pinned me to the wall
Breath heavy, legs a p a r t
Like the most beautiful canvas
Begging for art.

I thought if i held her tight enough
That maybe, just maybe
in that moment
I would be able to scrape the splinters, the shards, the shredded, severed pieces
And cram them together in my arms
That maybe, just maybe, I could stop her falling apart.

I was wrong.

Please do not think I will run from your anxieties.
In fact I will do entirely the opposite.
I will open the door,
I will invite them in,
And I will stand there, strong, steadfast, stouthearted
And I will stare them in the face.
Not for you, but with you, hand in hand.
I will be there at the end of the day to tell you you're amazing.
And that all those things you think make you weak, prove just how strong you are.
I'm not saying we'll move mountains together, I am telling you that despite the rain, the sunshine, the rocky terrain, the laughter, the tears, the heartache, the pain, I will be here, time and time again.
To remind you
That every time you walk into a room, you don't just light it up,
You set it on fire.

I won't ever stop trying to build bridges over the canyons in your soul.

She melts in between my lips
With the urgency and beauty
Of snowflakes on fingertips.

you will always be my favourite piece of poetry.

It is not your fault that he could not recognise the entire cities you set on fire every time you spoke his name.

The more I try to forget, the more I remember.

Nothing will ever take away the feeling of your heart in my hands.

Every morning I wake up,
I lose you all over again.

How many times do I have to let you go?

One day you'll find someone who makes all those broken pieces of your heart feel like the most beautiful jigsaw in the world, who cherishes your cracks and fills them with gold dust.

She wasn't wrong when she said you deserved better.

Sometimes we allow people to build homes in our hearts and sometimes, for one reason or another, we cannot build them in theirs, no matter how hard we try.

I learnt the hard way.

I refuse to spill my heart over any more pages for you.

How do I heal if I break every time I feel?

I can still feel his hands
around my heart.