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The Best Club Song

They danced,
her hand on his shoulder,
his hand on her waist.
It was more enjoying the music than sexual

The DJ spat words she couldn’t understand,
(was it the language or was it the alcohol)
the DJ spun beats so intoxicating

A phone flashed in front of her –
“time to go”.
With his hand around her waist, her hands grabbing for stability,
they left.

Someone in the front,
some arm over her shoulder.
Lower and lower they went,
her forearm on the seat and his arm around her
was all she had for support.

The night ended with a hug and a memory of the best club song she had ever heard.


This Too Shall Pass

“It is not complicated unless I make it so. It is not difficult unless I allow it to be. A second is no more than a second, a minute no more than a minute, a day no more than a day. They pass. All things and all time will pass. Don’t force or fear, don’t control or lose control. Don’t fight and don’t stop fighting. Embrace and endure. If you embrace, you will endure.”

– James Frey, A Million Little Pieces



Feelings are thicker than Blood

You chose her, over me.
You chose your happiness over the vows you made.
You chose freedom over your responsibilities.
There’s no good cop, bad cop- you’re just a bad person.
I wish I could say I loved you the same, but I can’t.
I wish our relationship would remain the same, but it won’t – not after knowing what you have done –  not just to me but to others as well, not after finding out you are not the person I thought you were.

At the back of my mind, something is telling me I shouldn’t have exposed you.
But if I didn’t, I think I’d die from hating you from within.

You shouldn’t be apologising for not sharing this part of your life with me, you should be apologising for creating this life away from me.

You chose her over me