the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

Tag: heartbreak (page 9 of 13)

And then I fell in love

Namaste blog tribe

I’ve been fucking with this blah-g for six and a half years now.

That’s a hot minute.

When I started it, I was at the end of a nine year marriage what was one of the saddest, most neglectful relationships I’ve ever endured. Then I left Australia after about a decade, and came back to a city I had to escape from a very long time ago for reasons outside of these parts. IMG_1157

And she saved me, Manhattan picked me up, brushed me off and gave me a chance to use the only resource I have beyond my every day being – ink – and build a life for myself in midtown, Writing. Continue reading

welcome (the world)

welcome (the world)

he introduced me
not knowing
there is no one i need
to know. and while
these women gossiped
and laughed and bantered
my lungs expanded
while my eyes closed.
they said: she’s an alcoholic.
she isn’t one
of us.
they spoke and spat
mouth running mischief.
when this happens –
protection shuts
me down. before i rise
i take time
to consider. to think
about the color of his e(yes)
and accent of his voice
and things he does
not say
while he was trying to know
me. i was
never. one of whatever.
i hope he pleases her
before me
because i am nothing
but one second
of time. that
does not exist.

your socks

The last night I saw you was the only night my dog ever pissed on my floor. She did it while you were here doing drugs in my bathroom that were delivered by my dealer in a silver BMW about twenty minutes ago.

These are things that happen in Manhattan.

I’ve known you for almost two years now and you have begged and pleaded and played on the weakness my divorce cut me with and broke both of my knees.

I’ve given you a lot. Too much. Things I will never get back. Things you will never deserve. But if you ever thought I would give you the number of my delivery service – you played yourself. Continue reading

his birthday

Per Australia time, it’s my husband’s (“ex husband”) birthday today. Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s been a minute since I’ve written poetry. It spilled from my fingertips tonight: Continue reading

nicki. the crying game.

In between about being on about moving, I’ve had a sad feeling in me about someone I used to know.

I’ve mentioned before how I love Nicki. After packing all of my belongings into the back of an Isuzu earlier, I had the first chance to hear her new album.

My favorite track: The crying game.

Nicki Minaj – The Crying Game (Music Video) from RiRi_Fan_93 on Vimeo.

We’re back to playing. The crying game.
We could have been everything, don’t wanna let the tears begin.
We’re back to playing. The crying game.

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