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It is my lot in life to be surrounded by beautiful women

 There is nothing quite like meeting someone for the first time and feeling instantly comfortable, for a moment you begin to question if you have known them your whole life.  Familiarity builds and you begin to reveal things about yourself you have kept silent for years. They manage to open you up and take out every secret and replace them with their own. My Grandmother always taught me every situation in life has a silver lining. Having a damaged past opens you up to the other silently wounded, the ones who listen with understanding and never respond with judgement. Their strength comes from the scars they hide so well. They are the ones who never fill your newsfeed with complaints...

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I am a walking contradiction.

He reads me like a book, highlighting each footnote I try to hide in the finest print. He’s not the first. I used to think I was hard to read a mysterious coy creature who kept all her details hidden. No one is as mysterious as they think they are. He pointed out each fake smile I would try to argue their honestly he would state “Your eyes don’t glow like they do when you really smile.” He tells me I’m a player who fell for every trick in the book. His game was as easy to read as my own. In the end we both got what we want. They never realise I let them play me. Laying their...

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My own Mr Big

I said to myself I wouldn’t write about him but I can hardly focus on anything else. He does this though. He fills my head and swims through my memories, he is scattered all through my past. I see his marks stitched into the fabric of my mind. He has been a fixed point in time for the past seven years; hardly changing and always there. I run circles around him. I build mazes and towers and yet he still finds a way inside. How many times have I cut him from my life only to go running full speed to grasp at the rope pulling him close to me again. He is unattainable and sits atop the pedestal I...

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It ended with an X

I scare easily. It’s happened too many times before to not be wary. It starts off simply the meaningful glances, holding me tighter and X’s. I am not an XO kind of girl looking through my texts you will struggle to find them especially to someone I am sleeping with. X’s blur things they take a normal conversation and turn it into something so much more. If you wouldn’t end a sentence with a kiss why would you end a text with an x? “You’re picking him up from the airport and you’re making him soup?  I don’t even make soup for my friends who are sick.” Her body language is strong and her concern knocks me from across the...

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Money doesn’t burn a hole in my pocket. Lingerie does

Some people say money burns a hole in their pocket. For me its new lingerie; it sets my sex drive on fire. A shopping spree at Bras and Things has left me aching for a night of passion. Mr friends-with-benefits has returned to work for four weeks. I want to spend the night teasing him with photos of my now bruise free body, but with no response to the first message I go to sleep frustrated. I awake to my inbox flooded with pictures; the time stamp states they were sent four hours ago. Our schedules are out of sync, and I sit at work trying to focus whilst images of his hard naked body flash through my mind. There is a...

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