I wrote a song for the man you became, to mourn the man you were. I remember you, blue, ocean over me, bright, stars in the sky, and each inch of my eyes. I’m exhausted by the many ways I’ve felt, in the last few hours, full of rage, full of regret, self pity and…

Last night, I thought I was bereft, but then I remembered that I get monthly cheques, for the damage you left, so I got a bottle of vodka, and got the fuck on with it. Some day, you’ll just be a song, on a compilation album, a poem I perform, in the cities we might…

I have taken some photos that are on a man’s phone which i was saving for true love that never arrived Forgive me they may leak but they are delicious so sweet and he is so cold.

I thought I might drink myself to death, and see where that got me, maybe you’d come back, racked with regret, if there was nothing, nobody to come back to. I told you I loved you, with an honest smile, so many times, that it just became a habit, a reflex, intuitively inserting itself into…

I knew it would hurt, just another scar, I guess. You promised. Always. You promised always, and I wanted to believe, so, alas, I did.