Holding her hand, that silky petite hand, her gorgeous lips, dripping from the cold, wet winter rain. Her velvet brown hair blowing in the wind as we run towards the shop front for shelter. But I stop, grabbing her arm. I take both her hands in my mine, keeping them protected. I take a deep breath and watch the droplets of water fall from her hood onto her cheeks. Those eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes, complimented by those long long eyelashes. She smiled her bright little smile.. And it was then I said. I love you.

***** dishes,
Unwashed clothes.
Shoes on the floor.
My love and I sprawled on the couch,
His arms wrapped around.
Taking life nice and easy.
Laughing at our old ambitions,
And realising that this is the life we live.
This is where I want to be

It creeps in, not making a sound.
Clawing away at any happiness you had.
Until it has devoured it all,
Leaving you as a hollow shell....
Leaving you with nothing.

I lay there dead and numb inside,
While you drew me in just like a tide.
I really don’t know where to start,
But you pulled a knife and cut my heart.
And in that moment then I knew
I could never ever stop loving you.
Even though your bad for me,
You make me feel alive and free...

You dreamed to live,
While I longed to die.

As the pills kick in,
She feels at peace.
She feels the pain leaving her body.
Numb.
Knowing her fight is finally over