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Ghosted
Last time, you took a souvenir, as you left. I was asleep, eyes closed, not seeing you steal, segments of my soul, sweet and serene, wrapped in the brightest days. You walked into the night, no goodbyes, no route back, you go back, to being alone, barely alive, staring at the small part of my…
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What A Girl Wants
Reconcile. Wreck my life, down at the river bank, say you’re so full of sense, but I’ve never been so confused, and starved of closure, throwing myself into the water, remaining dry as a desert, deserted, dismal, desperate. Kiss me, when I’m chaotic, say you’re sick of being separate, but you sit, inside a tower,…
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New Patreon Content – Hunnybee’s Lament
Hola amigos, Supporters of my Patreon and early release programme can now access an early copy of my upcoming EP, Hunnybee’s Lament Members can also access a free copy of my recent book, Confessions of a Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl, exclusive behind the scenes content, and unreleased content. To gain access to this…
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Dirt Is Good
You ask what I want. My fingers find our future. I point. Do you see? I point. Do you see? My future, in your fingers. So fragile. So clean. So fragile. So clean. Afraid of muddy moments. No immune system. No immune system. Locked away. Must keep us safe. Can we survive this? Can we…
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Both Of Us Are Hurt
Both of us are hurt, that’s just what people do, love. Love is a sickness. Both of us are hurt, same fingerprints, mirrored wounds. Wounded by wanting. Both of us are hurt, but tonight, we will be healed. Healed in vain. In love.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 