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Revenge Tastes Bitter
I had a a reputation,for being a wreck on my bathroom floor,falling apart,failing to see the lies that were lying in wait,stuck on a carousel of betrayal,and sea sick from never having the nerve to throw myself overboard,to embrace the freedom of the open, honest ocean,so I decided to reinvent myself.I was going to be…
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Cold Coffee
There’s a cold coffee on my bedside table.I knew I wouldn’t drink it.The coffee stares with great accusation.I just wanted warmth and a change of scenery,change of taste against my tongue.Is that so wrong?Is it so wrong to want things?To want to be wanted?I wanted the winter to end.It was a long winter,unrelenting and unforgiving,so…
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I Have Honest Lips
I cover them in a clear gloss,painting like Peter Paul Rubins,clear and transparent,showing my colour,like Crystal LaBeija,never betraying the way that I was born.Clear and transparent,these lips have secrets,but they speak the truth,if you ask nicely.
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Reasons Why I Can’t Move In With You
It is complicated.I can’t be any clearer than that.There is no clear path to a peaceful life,and I’m sure you know that,but just like me,you like to dream,because life is so sweet when it isn’t real,and we really release ourselves to the mercy of fantasy.There are blossoms blessing the platform of the train station,and I…
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My Love Is A Lie
I have idealised inventions.I have given great passion to false perceptions.I was never very good at first impressions,and I am impressed by standard politeness and the very basics of fair treatment.I think I have been the bride of a daydream more times than I could ever count.More and more,I am mulling over former muses and…