Ms PeachyBreeks
Bluelighter
Dear Sweets
I thought you'd never make me cry. I thought the two of us would always be laughing. I never thought the day would end without you calling me or being at my side. I never imagined I could feel so lonely.
I have to forget all my dreams now, cos you were the one who inspired them all. I'll have to forget you like you've forgotten me. I'll have to forget all the things about you that I loved so much, all the smiles you brought to me and the way that you held me so tight you sent my spirit soaring. I have to forget about the times that we'd curl up under the blankets on a Sunday and just watch TV and eat junk food. Remember how you used to drive into town to buy me food cos you never had any in the house.
I can't forget the way you used to make me smile. I don't know how to block out the way you speak and the way you laugh. I still can't help using all your 'special' words and phrases.
I finally found out you didn't cheat on me with Her. I know for sure now. I just wish it were me you had fallen for. I thought you had.
You told me we'd always be friends, always be together as soul-mates, kindred spirits. Did you mean it?
I know for sure you're not a total liar. I just think you have issues with yourself that you have left unresolved. I also know now that you never meant to hurt me. The night we broke up, when we were holding on to each other, I felt the tears on your face although it was dark and you were hiding it well. It was like you were feeling my grief as well as your own.
You were the only one who understood me, who took me as I am. I will never forget all your small kindnesses, the things you'd say and do to make me feel stronger and better about myself.
I will miss you for a long time. I don't know what the future will hold and I don't know if you'll be in it but I can dream one day we could be friends. I feel like I have a part of me missing.
I am sad because I'm not your Pixie anymore. I'm not your best friend anymore. But you'll always be Flowerstand Man to me.
Wanting you is hard to forget, loving you is hard to regret, losing you is hard to accept but even with all the hurt I've felt, letting go is the most painful yet.
Not your Pixie anymore
P xxxx
*passes the sick bucket* Here's what I'd write if I'd known then what I know now...
Dear FM
Now that you've dumped me you're gonna be happily committed to the cow you were seeing behind my back anyway. I know you seem to think that I think the sun shines out of your behind... but to tell the truth... I knew all along. I'm just pissed off that you couldn't tell me the truth. But you are a coward. Run off at the first sign of trouble - and try to make it look like you're a cool laid back person. One of these days something's gonna happen that you can't run from.
I know you think you were hot stuff in the sack but if I am totally honest... I think I got the big 'O' about... er... once. Yeah, we were a good couple in that respect and oh my god felt good... but you never pushed my buttons far enough... I don't know... could you TELL I was faking? I don't mean to offend... it was GOOD and I daresay I would have reached one at some point... but... hmmm...
It's really strange - I'm starting to wonder whether I got love and lust a bit mixed up. You're still sexy as hell... and sometimes there's this ache because I miss talking to you. But maybe that's because you LISTENED. We should never have gotten physical because that's what drove us apart as friends I think.
You're not very genuine. I don't think you ever clicked that I can see right through people... and I saw through you and her. I don't understand how you could NOT realise I knew about the pair of you all along because it was SO OBVIOUS!! You disappearing (with MY WEED) for hours when you drove her 'home' or is that 'fucking in a layby'... and... she came to your house when I wasn't there... and you didn't tell me! If it was so damn innocent you would have told me, would you not?
I'm really pissed at you for having so much of my stuff at your house. You get lots of my jewellry, my coats, sleeping bag, CD... what do I get? I get a crap soviet bomberjacket... a fairly decent tshirt... and a holey old jumper... well, and a Faithless CD which I can't actually listen to because it reminds me of you too much.
I find it to be taking the PISS that you could still have so much of my stuff (Unless your woman has thrown it out!) nearly a YEAR after we split up. THAT REALLY GETS MY GOAT. You don't ever answer the phone so there's no point in calling you... and I never see you apart from when you're in one of the clubs and your woman is usually glued to your side.
It's a real bone of contention.
Anyway, I can't be bothered feeling bad because of YOU anymore. I love you and I hate you... and I'm not going to tell you the rest of the reasons why because I don't think you deserve to know.
Pix
**Sorry, I just wanted to share that with someone**
I thought you'd never make me cry. I thought the two of us would always be laughing. I never thought the day would end without you calling me or being at my side. I never imagined I could feel so lonely.
I have to forget all my dreams now, cos you were the one who inspired them all. I'll have to forget you like you've forgotten me. I'll have to forget all the things about you that I loved so much, all the smiles you brought to me and the way that you held me so tight you sent my spirit soaring. I have to forget about the times that we'd curl up under the blankets on a Sunday and just watch TV and eat junk food. Remember how you used to drive into town to buy me food cos you never had any in the house.
I can't forget the way you used to make me smile. I don't know how to block out the way you speak and the way you laugh. I still can't help using all your 'special' words and phrases.
I finally found out you didn't cheat on me with Her. I know for sure now. I just wish it were me you had fallen for. I thought you had.
You told me we'd always be friends, always be together as soul-mates, kindred spirits. Did you mean it?
I know for sure you're not a total liar. I just think you have issues with yourself that you have left unresolved. I also know now that you never meant to hurt me. The night we broke up, when we were holding on to each other, I felt the tears on your face although it was dark and you were hiding it well. It was like you were feeling my grief as well as your own.
You were the only one who understood me, who took me as I am. I will never forget all your small kindnesses, the things you'd say and do to make me feel stronger and better about myself.
I will miss you for a long time. I don't know what the future will hold and I don't know if you'll be in it but I can dream one day we could be friends. I feel like I have a part of me missing.
I am sad because I'm not your Pixie anymore. I'm not your best friend anymore. But you'll always be Flowerstand Man to me.
Wanting you is hard to forget, loving you is hard to regret, losing you is hard to accept but even with all the hurt I've felt, letting go is the most painful yet.
Not your Pixie anymore
P xxxx
*passes the sick bucket* Here's what I'd write if I'd known then what I know now...
Dear FM
Now that you've dumped me you're gonna be happily committed to the cow you were seeing behind my back anyway. I know you seem to think that I think the sun shines out of your behind... but to tell the truth... I knew all along. I'm just pissed off that you couldn't tell me the truth. But you are a coward. Run off at the first sign of trouble - and try to make it look like you're a cool laid back person. One of these days something's gonna happen that you can't run from.
I know you think you were hot stuff in the sack but if I am totally honest... I think I got the big 'O' about... er... once. Yeah, we were a good couple in that respect and oh my god felt good... but you never pushed my buttons far enough... I don't know... could you TELL I was faking? I don't mean to offend... it was GOOD and I daresay I would have reached one at some point... but... hmmm...
It's really strange - I'm starting to wonder whether I got love and lust a bit mixed up. You're still sexy as hell... and sometimes there's this ache because I miss talking to you. But maybe that's because you LISTENED. We should never have gotten physical because that's what drove us apart as friends I think.
You're not very genuine. I don't think you ever clicked that I can see right through people... and I saw through you and her. I don't understand how you could NOT realise I knew about the pair of you all along because it was SO OBVIOUS!! You disappearing (with MY WEED) for hours when you drove her 'home' or is that 'fucking in a layby'... and... she came to your house when I wasn't there... and you didn't tell me! If it was so damn innocent you would have told me, would you not?
I'm really pissed at you for having so much of my stuff at your house. You get lots of my jewellry, my coats, sleeping bag, CD... what do I get? I get a crap soviet bomberjacket... a fairly decent tshirt... and a holey old jumper... well, and a Faithless CD which I can't actually listen to because it reminds me of you too much.
I find it to be taking the PISS that you could still have so much of my stuff (Unless your woman has thrown it out!) nearly a YEAR after we split up. THAT REALLY GETS MY GOAT. You don't ever answer the phone so there's no point in calling you... and I never see you apart from when you're in one of the clubs and your woman is usually glued to your side.
It's a real bone of contention.
Anyway, I can't be bothered feeling bad because of YOU anymore. I love you and I hate you... and I'm not going to tell you the rest of the reasons why because I don't think you deserve to know.
Pix
**Sorry, I just wanted to share that with someone**
