By Tracey COOPER on October 6, 2025by MissT In the hollows of your fermented slumber,I watched you twist and stirYour words were venom poured in glass,Sharp as winter, cold as cur. You swore you loved me fiercely,Yet seldom left your lair;You fetched her cat its toys and treats,But left my birthdays bare. Four kisses in her messages,Mine starved…

When we arrived at the caravan, he was waiting for a call from Pip. He needed the toilet, and that’s when I saw the messages.I read them, then said I was going for a walk. I went straight to the cliffs, crying. Betrayed. Disbelief. The threat……?? J had made to him about me. The comments…

This is why I had to leave:I could have faced the addiction.I could have stood by you through the struggle to get clean.I could have loved you through the darkest parts of your habits. But I cannot stand beside a man who refuses to be honest with me — or with himself. The lies made…

by MissT In the depths of your alcoholic slumberI watched you sleep and stir.The words you used to cut meStill leave my head a blur. You said you loved me dearly,Yet hardly left your flat But ran errands for your exAnd bought things for her cat. Four kisses in your messagesTo her, while mine got…

From July to Hereby MissT In July, I opened the door to him. He came with charm, with stories of pain,and I thought maybe I could be his peace. But peace was never his language.Behind my back,he let his ex walk in —the one who still lingered like smoke.Four kisses in her texts,two in mine.Her…

Your lies, your deceit,cast down at your feet.Trust lies in ruins,dreams collapse,while muffled sobsare swallowed by the blackened gaps. When you believe in themmore than you believe in yourself,they take that faith,grind it to dust,and leave your soul upon the shelf. Your loyalty, your care, your hearttorn like sails,ripped apart. Is the soul of truth…

MissT I walked to the edge, body willing to fly, fear in my heart and eyes to the sky. A storm in his tongue left its salt in my chest, I came for an ending, seeking some rest. The cliffs leaned like gallows, the waves roared beneath, their foam like white shrouds, their depths full…

by MissT I am MissT, born of dark tide, NPT’s shadows where ghosts still ride .Aberavon beach, where storms would rule ,Blaenbaglan halls, hard lessons of school. Nobody’s hero, no one’s fool,forged in the margins, I broke the rule.Four children carried, grown, yet near,their laughter, pain, my song to hear .A grandson’s smile, a granddaughter’s…

   I walk through halls where shadows sing,their whispers coil on phantom wings.Your silence hangs, a spectral shroud,a ghost that will not speak aloud. The windows weep with misted breath,the candles bow, then dream of death.Your heart’s a chamber locked in stone,a haunted house I can’t call home. If love’s a fire, it hides its…

by MissT Hello, my loves ❤️ 😍 💖 Let’s not dress it up — most people don’t fall in love. They fall into distraction. You mistake adrenaline for affection.Attention for intimacy.Chaos for connection. And when it quiets down, you call it heartbreak. But here’s the truth: you don’t miss them. You miss the noise that…