Tuesday, 24 November 2015

The Way Of The Soul Is Down A Hole

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? Oh Tennyson, you fucking fool. Before I had ever loved, the winds were never this bitter nor the winters this cruel. My heart was pure, I gave it to another and by the time they gave it back it had become a fucking cesspool. Before I met them I used to just walk, when I was with them I ran, now I'm without them I can barely even crawl. I spend my days behind doors, looking out windows and staring at Walls. There's so many memories and regrets through which to trawl. Thank God my phone has preserved them all. If ever I was in danger of feeling tall, they're forever there to keep me small.

1 comment:

  1. (THUMBS UP) also, at least you didnt bicycle into walls