You’ll find me in ‘the lonely hearts’, under “I’m after, a brand new start.”

Humour me,The tumultuous vulture in meHad sat at the deep end for too longRedesign me,A never ending cycle Of pleasure, of pain, of inconsistencies Riding the waves with,A boat made of sand,And paddles made of calloused handsShelter me,I thought i needed protectionFrom him,In fact, he and I,Needed shelter from my own ticking bomb.Delight in me,A… Read more

I’m sorry that there’s a part of me that isn’t confident we can make it out of here alive. As I smoke this cigarette, she is the one who asphyxiates me to ensure I drown in the smoke. I am set to fail and there’s no other way to figure this out.