20th august - 12pm . . .

this post was part of a dialogue between my friend and I. on that day (amongst many others) she was having a particularly hard time dealing with life, love and alcohol . . .


m.
I bit the hand that fed me love and understanding
Why would I do such a thing?
Hopelessly lost in my pain and despair
In my muddle of cider I bit my new best friend.

I do not wish to drink that shit again
I do not want to hurt this my dear friend
I feel such an aggressive little fool
I didn't need to swear to put my point across.

I am finding it hard to live like this
And it certainly isn't "Fun"
The physical pain is manifest
I look to the day of my release
I shall bring it to myself if need be
I like to wake up with the new day, fresh
Not jagged and hurt and shaky and scared.

I want my life back again, my friend
It won't be long
I pray it won't.

p.
you've touched my heart
with your humility
and your humanity
and your so so brave struggle
against demons who
use every dirty trick
to destroy your soul

if it was in my power
I would wrap you in a cocoon
of security and belief
and protect you
from everything
that tries to take
the world
from under your feet