You call me over,and I live for a little while in your lap.Your fingers find a home around my waist,and you stare out every passer by, just in case they decide to enquire.Frank finds imaginary friends down on the carpet,and I stare,stuck to you like glue,never in the mood to let go, or to be…

I’m the girl next door,if you live next door to an asylum.Drinking juice with ice that once fell from my own eyes,old (by Hollywood standards) and overrated,crying about how life’s cruelty feels so premeditated,while I consider the last kiss with the first person who made me feel alive in the longest time.There was a sense…

I had a a reputation,for being a wreck on my bathroom floor,falling apart,failing to see the lies that were lying in wait,stuck on a carousel of betrayal,and sea sick from never having the nerve to throw myself overboard,to embrace the freedom of the open, honest ocean,so I decided to reinvent myself.I was going to be…

There’s a cold coffee on my bedside table.I knew I wouldn’t drink it.The coffee stares with great accusation.I just wanted warmth and a change of scenery,change of taste against my tongue.Is that so wrong?Is it so wrong to want things?To want to be wanted?I wanted the winter to end.It was a long winter,unrelenting and unforgiving,so…

It is complicated.I can’t be any clearer than that.There is no clear path to a peaceful life,and I’m sure you know that,but just like me,you like to dream,because life is so sweet when it isn’t real,and we really release ourselves to the mercy of fantasy.There are blossoms blessing the platform of the train station,and I…