Our last kiss left me in flames, your fingertips remain on my mind, scorched onto my skin, my heart is cheerful char, and I fly, all the way home, across the orange sky.

Give me the time, and you’ll see, that I would be a dream, if you let me, but you rush me, and then I am a nightmare, nights of regretful reminiscing, raw regrets that never heal, because I won’t let them. I wouldn’t tell you about my hatred of horses, sagittariuses, Kylie, Natalie, the ones…

Diagnosed by a doctor in my imagination, and several in the realm I am trapped in, I take my medication, but I know it will never work, because there is no cure, for the constant chaos. It doesn’t live in my head, just somewhere above my heart, clouding her, whispering ideas and idealisations, until she…

Grateful and galvanised, I finally learned how to fight for myself, because, as is always the case, outside validation told me I was worth it, and I, easily lead, as always, followed the trail, and decided I was worthy of fair treatment. I think I have been, and remain many different people, an optical illusion,…

Stop. I don’t think. I never think, that’s my trouble, torpedoing into trouble, that wraps itself around me, choking the life out of me, and all the dreams I once had. I dream of you and the things you might say, but you stop, and so do I.