thetartanprelude:

So another set done and one that’s been a long time coming

So like…. why did I even write these poems? Why did I make it so patently obvious what they’re about? I dunno, there’s little plays and stories you go over in your head and you never realise how down right unhealthy it is to indulge them until you say them aloud I think that’s what these are, it’s indulging the tragic figure I like to play while simultaneously destroying it, cos once you put it to words and admit it’s real it brings it to life where it can be laughed out of the room. The fact I feel so guilty for the events in the poem, when said aloud it sounds so fucking moronic to think I still beat myself up over it 6 fucking years later. I wrote them to try and force a change like “OOOOP you put it in a poem that your moving past her, so you gotta now” I dunno if that ever works but my poems have always seemed to have some clairvoyance powers so one can only hope that comes through again. Who knows? Now I’ve exorcised and admitted to my demons maybe life can get better, maybe the love of my life that’ll understand me more then XXXXXXXXX ever did will come to my doorstep, maybe XXXXXXXX will get into contact, I mean who knows!? But the important thing is not dwell on it, and for god’s sake Sebastian: STOP LETTING IT DICTATE YOUR LIFE no one person is ever worth that

Shout outs to me from 3 weeks ago, dropping some very relevant and sage advice