Creative Writing

When I am all alone in bed I think of you and her and then I am dead.

You are happy in new lover`s arms, thinking only of you and her intertwined, thigh to thigh, palm to palm.

All I have for comfort now is a pillow and my duvet spread, which once caused joy and comfort, bring only now dread as I have no one to share them with.

I am reminded of who is not there and although I try to not despair I cannot help but sob as you`re with her not giving a sod; not giving a second thought to me and you.

You and me were meant to be keeps going round and round as I lay my head down I cannot rest.

I know I did my best and tried to give myself completely- Willing myself to stop this tiresome train of thought I hate myself slightly for letting me be so hurt.

If my child self could see me now she`d laugh and jeer as I never gave into peer pressure back then and sought only my own comfort and joy, which came from me like a self-sufficient tree.

I close my eyes to sleep on these child-like musings and it all becomes confusing, as thoughts of Shakespeare`s infamous: `better to have loved and lost then not to love at all` ring through.

I cannot sleep and as if on repeat every moment of our two year tenure plays on until it comes to that tragic scene where you tell me that it`s over now, for no good reason, other than for you the relationship`s dead.

And Shakespeare`s voice interrupts: `better to have loved and lost...`

Cobblers! I am forever altered and marred. Never shall I think back on our two years together with pleasure.

Two years of my life are gone. And what am I left with? Thoughts of you and her together and I alone.