You Can't See What's Invisible

You're not talking to no-one.

I don't know what to say, you're right. 

I'm not okay with everything and I'm not okay with where things are at. 

Im an absolute fuckwit because I still hold onto the tiniest glimmer of hope that one day my phones going to go off and it'll be you, finally ready to take the next step. 

You think my court dates are done but they're not done, only the ones involving you are finalized... 

I told you that alot has gone on that you don't know about.

I told you that I wasn't posting because I was in alot of trouble. 

The picture is just off Lygon St, opposite cinema nova, in the alleyway next to the bookshop. I stood there the other day before my movie and had a smoke. 

I thought about how 12 months prior I stood in that same spot, on the phone to you, missing the Friday the 13th re-run that I was supposed to see because I had to comfort you. It was the day of the first time he found out about our physical relationship and you left work early to go home and face the music.

Remember that?

The old rash?

Ah, good times.