To anyone who contributed towards this book.
Thank you for all the good that sits behind the ugly as there has been a lot that, whilst I havent written, I still very much cherish.
Barbed Wire
Before social media I first met you. In Long Eaton town centre hanging with a mate or two.
You looked like you were trouble, it kind of turned me on, back then I was a handful, I needed a man that was strong.
You were a squaddie, I loved the uniform, problem with you blue eyes, is you never could conform.
I thought you were gorgeous, looking back you were a chav, bald head, biggest blue eyes and the dirtiest of laughs.
Combined we were disastrous in the best of ways, lived life in a bubble riding on a love wave.
People always stared at us, guess we were kind of rough, a pair of rough diamonds, we literally didnt give a fuck.
I climbed the fence at Bramcote around 2am, cut my legs on barbed wire, I was crazy back then.
Absolutely mental if the truth be told, but you didnt try and change me, just let the madness unfold.
I thought we would get married, honeymoon on the beach, the things you think of when youre only nineteen.
I drove a white Corsa, we always loved a trip, I dropped you in Nottingham and said, See you in a bit.
The plan was to see you Monday, but you never showed, couldnt get hold of you, thought you lost your phone.
Phones back then didnt do much, no internet, picture messaging, Skype or such.
As weeks turned to months Id go to where we met, in hope youd just walk in like you never left.
I asked the boys at Bramcote if they knew where you were, they all denied knowing you which seemed to me absurd.
Thirteen years would pass until I would hear from you, sat with the girls when you message out of the blue.
I stared at the Facebook message, I couldnt believe my eyes, the man I always wondered about is still very much alive.
You tell me the story of that night, whilst in Notts you got arrested by the cops, remanded right away, the army discharged you the next day.
Nineteen months you were inside, couldnt get hold of me even though you tried.
Upon release you knocked my door, problem was I didnt live there anymore.
So, you went back to Mansfield, you could do no more, got back in the army then moved abroad.
Within three weeks I was seeing you, sat across from me this couldnt be true!
Thirteen years passed but it didnt feel like a day, you still stared at me in the same way.
Those big blue eyes I fell for before, making my heart skip once more.
Then I look down and see it there, your wedding ring finger isnt bare.
You tell me youre now married and have four kids in tow, in my mind Im screaming NO!
You ask why Im not married, you thought Id be snapped up, rather than tell you about it, I said I would send you my book.
You said if social media had been back then, you would have found me again
Took me to Gretna and married me on the spot, for Im the girl who still makes your heart stop.
Our reunion was sweet but bitter Im glad you found me, I just wish it was quicker.
Cannibal
Sometimes when you meet a man you act a little strange, but something about this boy has got me acting deranged.
He is built perfectly for what is in my mind, all thanks to his beautiful behind.
I stare at the rump that is in front of my eyes, would I grill it, or would I be better off to fry?
I want to carve his bum cheek like it is a piece of steak, slice it off perfectly and serve it on a plate.
Place it on a table that is set for only one, pour a glass of red wine and drink it until its gone.
I dont know if I want to eat it or just to see it cooked? Maybe I would be too scared to try it in case I got hooked?
I dont want to murder him, I wouldnt want him to die, theres just something about his arse that screams at me rib eye.
This is just a fantasy, one I will not share, imagine if I told him, I think he would be scared.
I dont eat fish and I have only ever eaten animals, but something about this man is bringing out my inner cannibal.
I think it is best to distance myself from this unknowing man, it isnt that Im horrible, Im just a big steak fan.