January: left my husband - found a house to move to with my kids –started the hardest job I have ever done in my professional career- all at once
February: moved house, back to the start, bruised.
March: loneliness, more than ever in my life
April: loneliness, except for maybe one night...
With the key inside your mouth
Lie on my floor
Kiss the hidden scar
And force the door
Now the scars are more and more
All over mind, body and soul
And no man could kiss them all
No one will ever kiss them all
"Some things never change, and men being cruel seems like one of them."
From my private epistolary...one day -I hope- I'll delete it just as you deleted me and my dignity/self-esteem/trust etc...Until that day comes I just can't help quoting you. Because those words sound true. They are true...