your lips burnt a hole on my shoulder that travelled right down to my heart.

11.8.12, 11:36PM

he said that this would make me feel better, these letters on paper, results of the kinetic friction of my pen, yet as the ink flows, all black and taunting all I can do is stop myself from flinging it at the wall we both plastered pictures and various trinkets of the sudden past and abrupt present along with everything I am.

12.8.12, 4:12AM

scratch those last few words. you are everything I am and when you left you took it with you.

14.8.12, 2:34AM

please give me back.

16.8.12, 12:56PM

when I look in the mirror all I see are the cracks no one else can.

21.8.12, 10:42PM

are you happy?

1.9.12, 2:39AM

the beatles were playing on the radio today and I had to stop my car on the side of the road because the image of you dancing to hey jude was paralysingly numbing and why did you stop smiling when ‘take a sad song and make it better’ plays