I take a bath,candles and Barry Manilow,drinking myself to death,and then throwing a tantrum when I wake up alive, again,never drowning,despite being unable to swim,just clinging to life,surrounded by portraits of pain and horrified hearts. I’m kept up all night,by all the lives I’ve lived,and how little sense they made,when they were no longer moments,just…

I’m wearing my best dress,and my ex boyfriend’s bad ideas.I like cheap cider and causing trouble,a nightmare in nighttime glamour,and you’ll be enamoured by the time the sun says hello. You won’t see me in your photos,because I’m busy being loved.Princess of pouncing on helpless, middle aged misfortune,and their credit cards.Hair, higher than my IQ,saying…