Rebecca Ann Bentley
Filmmaker & writer. Sharing present poetry as well as ones about mental healthy and my life. Plus the occasional story.
Why do I still want her? She ruined me. She wrecked me. She made me feel unloved and unwanted. Yet my heart still longs for her. For her touch. For her kiss.
Garfield the Cat
Before you ask after seeing that picture...yes, he does like lasagne. He likes ALL food. But his favourite food is chicken so I suppose he isn't exactly like the comic cat...but close enough, right?
You. You shine something in me I didn’t know was possible. The moment we started talking I felt everything I didn’t know was possible.
Today I Let Go of You
Today I let you go. I let you go of the bad memories. I let go of the good memories. I let go of the trauma. I let go of the fights.
Home is a funny word, isn’t it? It means so much to most people yet nothing to some. They say home is the place where one lives permanently. But it’s not.
Someday I’m going to meet somebody. And they’ll act like you. They’ll love me like you did. Tell me I’m beautiful like you did.