Friday 14 June 2013

Poisoned ink.

as much as i can claim that it happened years ago (or yesterday), it hasn't. 
i guess, when i've truly purged you from my system, i'll know. 
it will be when i go to write and you are not the one that leaks out. 


{Photo via: We Heart It}


  1. There is a good way for me to know when I am over my David... when I sit down to write and he stops coming out...

    You are so intuitive..thank you for writing this...

  2. I hope that this eventually works for me, too. I want to write all of the bits and pieces of what was until there is nothing left to say. Until the thought of conjuring up words for him is boring. Until there is something else that is ultimately and undoubtedly more inspiring.

    Breakfast After 10

  3. Wow. Poisoned ink. That's exactly what it feels like, isn't it? I have never heard it vocalized better than this post.

    Thank you thank you thank you. I love it when people post things in words something I didn't think other people could understand.

    I just found this blog and I adore it already. Cannot wait to read more.

    Em @Tightrope to the Sun

  4. I wanted to let you know I've nominated you for the Liebster Award. Details here

    Beautiful post

  5. SO true. After a particularly mortifying break up, I sat at home all Christmas break and wrote every memory I had with the dude. Just to try to get all of the writing I knew I'd do about him out of my system.