Two months had passed and already, I was starting to see the other side of Bradley. He had proposed to me on my 26th birthday in a posh restaurant in Swindon. After talking to him on a dating site and meeting him at the London Eye, I fell in love with him instantly. We loved the same things. Emmerdale, Chris Brown and garlic bread. All that was going through my head was "This is fate!"
And things went well for a while after the wedding and the honeymoon, but then he stopped being himself or he was starting to be himself.
"ANDREA! Get in here, now!" I heard Bradley shout of me. I scurried into the kitchen, like a rat to a block of cheese.
"What's the matter?" I asked him, hoping he was going to stay calm.
"What's the matter? I'll tell you what's the matter! These dishes will not dry themselves, Andrea!" he yelled in my face.
"Well, I was going to do them after I-".
"After you what?! Stood staring out of the balcony?!"
"I was thinking".
"Thinking?! You are so stupid, Andrea! With what brain! You can think whilst you're washing the dishes! Now, get over their and get those plates washed!"
He grabbed my arm and pushed me over to the sink. I hated my life. There was times when I thought about commiting suicide, but I didn't want to leave my mam and sisters. They were my only reason for living.
I never get compliments from him, just put downs. It's worse when he goes to the pub with his work friends. He stumbles in at three in the morning, wakes me up and just starts his shit.
"Why don't I just leave him?" you might wonder. Don't you think I've tried. I've tried everything.
And things went well for a while after the wedding and the honeymoon, but then he stopped being himself or he was starting to be himself.
"ANDREA! Get in here, now!" I heard Bradley shout of me. I scurried into the kitchen, like a rat to a block of cheese.
"What's the matter?" I asked him, hoping he was going to stay calm.
"What's the matter? I'll tell you what's the matter! These dishes will not dry themselves, Andrea!" he yelled in my face.
"Well, I was going to do them after I-".
"After you what?! Stood staring out of the balcony?!"
"I was thinking".
"Thinking?! You are so stupid, Andrea! With what brain! You can think whilst you're washing the dishes! Now, get over their and get those plates washed!"
He grabbed my arm and pushed me over to the sink. I hated my life. There was times when I thought about commiting suicide, but I didn't want to leave my mam and sisters. They were my only reason for living.
I never get compliments from him, just put downs. It's worse when he goes to the pub with his work friends. He stumbles in at three in the morning, wakes me up and just starts his shit.
"Why don't I just leave him?" you might wonder. Don't you think I've tried. I've tried everything.
some amature suff
Dream Of My Love So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This love is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But more dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see you someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
Dream Of My Love So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This love is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But more dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see you someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired by sightless eye.
Words tainted, by the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Love comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do you guys think?
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired by sightless eye.
Words tainted, by the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Love comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do you guys think?
nobody understands love,
nobody really believes.
you can't put a price on the way people make you feel,
but you can always say:
i love you
but what does it really mean?
those three small words?
to many people it's just
i care about you
isn't that easier to say
than make someone believe
you'll always be there for them
that they are the sun, the moon, the stars
that they will be the person that you want to be the last person to see before you die?
is it so hard to NOT make someone believe
that you will always be there for them
that you will be the one that they need
for life
for eternity
forever?
next time you say
i love you
mean it
because if you don't
your just hurting yourself
and the person that you say it to
nobody really believes.
you can't put a price on the way people make you feel,
but you can always say:
i love you
but what does it really mean?
those three small words?
to many people it's just
i care about you
isn't that easier to say
than make someone believe
you'll always be there for them
that they are the sun, the moon, the stars
that they will be the person that you want to be the last person to see before you die?
is it so hard to NOT make someone believe
that you will always be there for them
that you will be the one that they need
for life
for eternity
forever?
next time you say
i love you
mean it
because if you don't
your just hurting yourself
and the person that you say it to