He sliced open my gut and let them all escape. Flying from my open wound gone without a trace. All thats left, the wings of dust, the ones that didn't make it. Now when I kiss his waiting lips, all I can do is fake it.
Rum in my glass, 3am carpet burn, Strangers, faces I do not know, Strangers are replacing your face, Burned into my mind, The old me I cannot find, Stripped and displayed, I'll show you the door, Walking in a daze, Feeling like a whore, Am I a whore? Strangers are my friends now, This carpet … Continue reading Carpet Burns
Am I insane? I feel like I’ve been stood at the edge of this cliff for so many years and yesterday I jumped, fell completely free into the deepest blue. I’d escape to the cliff top over and over when the fire of the lighthouse called, I’d feel the wind whip around my body, stealing … Continue reading The Deepest Blue
Behind my Moschino shaded eyes, I’m terrified today. I’m alone in the garden, it’s spring and my birth month though spring hasn’t always been a friend. I’ve known spring as a liar and with each new bloom spring has whispered promises it would always break. As I smoked one of his cigarettes out of my … Continue reading Moschino Shaded Eyes
Yesterday I realised just how many little thing we miss in life-like how water rejects milk and pushes it up into the air into a perfect little white pearl, I realised how a look shared often enough, just one little look can make you smile for days and that you can’t win everything but when … Continue reading Diary Entry 2 – rambling (aged 18)
The death of love is always bitter-sweet, regardless of circumstance. To deny the hurt and sadness that comes with the death of a relationship, even if you got hurt, did the damage or cut the strings, is like denying yourself air. No one goes into a relation with its demise in mind, we don’t … Continue reading Bitter-Sweet Love
sleeping in cotton growing back my skin my heart is here somewhere my blood is thin my eyes remain closing never quite shut though I am dosing I can still look Sleeping all winter My hair growing long Dreaming of lovers And all that is gone My mind is resetting Under crisp white snow … Continue reading The Words – hibernation (poem)