The longest piece I’ve written so far, I TRIED to keep some kind of pattern and played on a twisted ending.

— Rach.

I won’t

sleep at all

tonight.

It’s going to be the first

of far

too many

nights.

I lay reminiscing;

heart aching,

head spinning.

Fuck you. I hate you.

I gave

everything –

I thought

you bought

a ring.

Fuck you. I loved you.

But,

thank you

for

teaching me

to be

strong enough.

I’m sorry. Come back.

I’m sorry. Too late.

I don’t think

I’ll

ever

understand

at all.

I’ve lost count

of

the nights.

—

Your mum called me today.

I know

she misses you

as much

as I do.

Fuck you. I loved you.

But

I’m sorry

it wasn’t enough

to save you.