One day you’re going to wake up to an empty bed
And realise exactly what you’re missing.
In between the sheets will lie the soft scent and gentle laughter
Of a girl you fed lies to, a girl you led to her demise
All in the name of a love you knew was never true.
So I hope that laughter tugs at your chest,
And that scent wraps itself around your throat
And reminds you how beautiful she was, how wonderful she was
And how stupid you are for noticing too little too late.
One day you’re going to watch her walk straight past
And realise exactly what you just let go.
Cry out all you want- curse until your lips crack dry,
It was always going to end this way;
You let her slip between your slithering grasp
And she’s too far away to get back.
My best friend gave me a jar yesterday for my birthday, and inside were layer upon layer of post-it notes. After raising my eyebrow, I unfolded one the post-it hearts to find a memory written inside. 120 post-its; 120 memories. So this is a thank-you to my beautiful best friend who managed to sum up our friendship in one pink note- thank you for my jar of hearts.