I’m tired of being perused,tired of being pursued,tired of singing the blues.Kissed the boys and made myself cry,kissed the girls and made them cry too,now we’re all back to singing the blues,back to back with our bad habits.I leave without leaving a note.There is no room for goodbyes in my throat,I just go,flowing out of…

My mistress’ eyes are the only thing I see when I sleep.However hard I try to escape the bounds of boundless affection,all I do is dream of her glacial gaze,in the service of a temptress,reeling all day, long after I have awoken.It isn’t a bad life, to be in love. Last night, she told me…

My body is a party,but nobody is invited,because I am a terrible host,toasting my terrible timorousness,taking in the empty room and taking a shallow breath as the sound of silence sends me into tears. How do you fall in love when you are in love with self loathing?I heard once that I could meet somebody…

It was 4am, and I was in Dartford park.There was nothing to be afraid of anymore,nowhere to hide and nothing to hide from,just the steady back and forth of the swings as I rang out my own personal new year, months and hours too late.I had decided that day, that I was going to start…