http://slow.writerscafe.org/bellaclaire The original writings of author Bella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057421 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 So we are no more.We never were,But it still hurts losing you like this.I hope you're happy,And I hope to the heavens everything is okay.Remember me?Because I'll never forget.It's okay now, I understand.I'll move on, and I'll stop.Thank you.For caring,And for making me feel wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2077014/ I like the way you pull faces at me,Just to get a reaction.I like the way you try, And you always try so hard.I like the laugh you get,Every time you get excited.I like the smile and excitement,So prominent when I listen to you speak about what you love.I have never felt this way before,Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2075505/ So, I don't usually want to add descriptions, but I wrote this July last year. Not some of my favourite work, but relevant and decent enough for me to want to put out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2073610/ My emotions are stirring and I'm unable to pick a part the little pieces floating around.I can't decipher the feeling, I can only say it's bursting at the seams, ready to present itself in an exploding manner.It's not good though.I feel exhausted.I did so well to not think all day, and now t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2073365/ I get scared to live.I'm afraid I made mistakes,Mistakes that should have been made later.I'm terrified I keep doing the wrong things,That I won't succeed.What if I'm not cut out for life?I'm afraid of how tired I'll be,How sad I'll be,How drained I'll be.I'm so focused on the stress,The anxiety,The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2073157/ It's quite sad, the way I move on.Distractions.That's all it is.I still think about you,And it makes me mad.But I'll keep flirting my way out of it.I won't think about how you ignore my calls,How you never reply to my messages.I won't think about how you never speak to me,Only when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2073146/ She feels agitated and anxious.Always on edge,Waiting for something but not expecting anything.She doesn't think she should be here but she is,And she should.Looming presence of paranoia and grey.Tears are felt but no tears are shed.She feels so full yet she is an empty shell waiting to be filled.Ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2072796/ I really try my best,I couldn't say that about anything else.You probably don't think much about it,But I do.And I hate.I hate myself for being the way I am,Despite so many people loving me for it?I hate myself and I can't stop.It's like this subtle feeling inside,Existing forever as a flame that ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2072795/ It's crazy how the mind works.I'm sober,And all that's on my mind is when I'll see you again.I've had a few drinks,And all I can see is your smile,And all I can hear is your laugh.You're there, constantly.Bringing me sadness and happiness all in oneI'm stupid enough to hope,That against all odds, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2072794/ Her image gets distorted every time she blinks.More and more,Until she doesn't recognise the face looking back at her.She pulls back the hair that falls onto wide shoulders,Seemingly with a bounce.She grabs onto cheeks that are just demanding to bepinched.Hoping to get some sort of glimpseof the per.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2072519/ The cold was made to be felt.My hatred for it grows every now and then,But I long for the days that demand the cold.My love and joy for that feeling flourishes.Standing in the rain,Feeling every drop soak into your skin,Creating pools in your very existence.Refusing the warmth from everything but yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2072517/ hands are numbwatching the ash flicker around me,falling to the ground.the red and yellowshedding little lighton a broken smile.why does cold associate with numb?the raindrops so light,they are barely noticed dripping down,on a body so ready to give itself up.melancholic music distracting one earwhi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaclaire/2072515/