Strawberries spilled across the clean counter,chased by the sharp silver of the knife that was shepherding them all towards the chopping board,right next to the half pint of heavenly cream. You told me that I’d get a headache,from the heat,and all my worrying.Popped half a strawberry in between my lips with a kiss on my…

I used to feel so lonely as the lights ran up and down behind the trees, faraway motor cars on a faraway motorway that made themselves so achingly clear to me, from over the hill, as I stood in the cold, and sometimes the rain, smoking and taking it all in, from the front garden.…

The door is open,I am on both sides of it,but I must walk now. I must pick a side,old loyalties were fiction,my heart lied to me. Protection is pain,driven mad by my own lies.Please tell me my truth.