Sunday 7 September 2014

diary of the pathetic .

I crossed land and ocean but it
was never far enough to stop a
reckless soul, aching hands and a
terribly ill-trained heart from pointing north.

You always said you were not the
jealous type, and maybe you're not, but I took a
lover. I took him to numb me and to burn you.
I, who crossed land and ocean to escape
You, who are not the type to be jealous of
Him, who could only guess that his hands were
for a tighter grasp and softer touch.

And I could only wonder if maybe you are
the jealous type.

But I haven't heard from you in 113 days,
so I guess
you're not.



  1. It's been close to 200 days for me... it hasn't got easier... I often wonder if he thinks about me at all... I had to stop counting the days...

    Wonderful and touching post, I know exactly what you mean ... :-/

  2. Jealousy comes in so many forms, I've seen a lot of them. Too many really.

  3. "Him, who could only guess that his hands were
    for a tighter grasp and softer touch."

    Good gosh, your words!

  4. 315. I wish there were words of comfort I could share with you, like a secret cure for this broken heart. All I can say for now is that many of us share this experience of pain, longing and absence, and these blogs and our writing reveal the possibilities which arise. For the record, you are not pathetic, at all. xo

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  6. My goodness you always capture everything so well. Whenever I am in need of a little inspiration, I can always come here and let your words fill me up.

    Tightrope to the Sun

  7. It's been almost two months for me.Guess I got what I wanted.xx

    dreaming is believing