TwoHundred And SeventyNine

Everything's Packed.
And ready to go.

So This is fairwell, The kind that Juliet Said To Romeo.

TwoHundred And SeventyEight

I said to Someone that I wanted to End this,
End My Blog.
Well, This Blog.
I feel it's time.
I want it to Be like a Diary.
A New Journal to a New Year.
Mhm.

TwoHundred And SeventySeven

'You're still my friend so it's Impossible to Hate You'

TwoHundred And SeventySix

Please don't Talk of Love.
Do not Think of it.
Or Write of it.
You can Not Want it or Demand it.
Please do not Insult it, or Waste it's Time.
Do not Throw Your Body at it.
Can You not Describe it, can You Leave it Be?
Delete what You've pretended. Delete it.
Do Not Kid Yourself On.
Do Not Kid Them On.

For I have known You, and You cannot Love No One But Yourself.
And You Know It.

TwoHundred And SeventyFive

Hands are Limp and Tongue is Tied.
Hair hangs loose and The white T has blood on it from Bitten Lip.
The bedsheets tangle around Boney Ankles.
Sharing Hot Breath, leaning on Flushed Cheek, Lips Parted as if Beginning to Whisper.
Air is stuffy and Sleep is the One and Only.
Hip Bones above Boxer Shorts , Soft Skin in Dull Shaddows.
Eyelashes resting on Angled cheek, Thick and Long.
Remembering.

TwoHundred And SeventyFour

The Stars are Not Wanted; Put Out every One;
Pack up the Moon and Dismantle the Sun.
Pour Away the Ocean and Sweep up the Wood,
For Nothing Now Can Ever Come to Any Good.

TwoHundred And SeventyThree

Can I wear Your Joggies to Bed?
- Haha Sure, Why Though?
Because I like the way they Smell.
- What?
You know, like Your Bed covers and Your Sleepiness.
-If it makes You Happy.

He Smiles Then.

TwoHundred And SeventyTwo

Something's happened.
I don't recognise You.
And I know that You Do Not Recognise Me.
I'm Not what You Think I am.
I will not sit and collect Dust.
I do Not Sit and Collect Dust.
It's not Funny.
And You can't just Fix it Like that.
It's all Broken and Twisted.
Whatever This is.
Whatever This Was.
It's been buliding To This, We Both Know It.
Maybe We Should Just Accept It Now.
Maybe This Is It.
And I Said What I Said, Because My Mind Is Too Weak To Cope With The Argument.
You'll Just Keep Thinking That It's Your God-Given Right To Let Me Sit And Collect Dust.
That If You Leave Me I'll Just Stop And Wait.
It's not Like That.
It Won't Ever Be That Way.
No Matter How Good It Makes You Feel.

TwoHundred And SeventyOne

TwoHundred And Seventy

Out with The E's
Vodka and Redbull.
Grandmother's bag.
TopShop Staff.
Kissing and Dancing.
JumpRopes.
Cheap Shoes.
Walking Home.
Lying on the couch,
Leaning on Best Friends of Boyfriends.
Waiting to go Home.
Walking all that Little way.
Two and a Half Men.
Bed.
Bed Covers.
Joggies.
Kissing.
Joggies.
Sleeping.
Cuddling.

Best New Year.
Ever.

TwoHundred And SixtyNine