Watch me belong to history.
Soft, muffled, nervous laughter at your earthy humour.
Steel yourself to listen because I believe this must be said, this must be heard for I truly believe my ribs will be bruised by how furiously the shrivelled organ inside is beating and the blood is coursing through my veins and I can taste an acid at the back of my throat I don't … Continue reading #Day 873: Withdrawal Symptoms
Your name rolls of my tongue like French, it's as lovely as a desert rose. You're like a delicacy, I'll have you slowly. Even though I want to rush through and see what it feels like to fall fast and fall hard, the leisure in your eyes and the softness in your arms keeps me … Continue reading #Day 869: In-house Exotic
I swore to myself last month; That there would be nothing like this, Nothing like the feeling of being irrelevant, Or like the vacant possession of our dreams. But no count of promise or vow could ever, Measure up to and equal a lie we undertake. Because you can stand in front of the mirror, … Continue reading #Day 862: Illegal Promises
You were warm and welcoming, an atmosphere of generic happiness and autumnal growing. You wore your heart on your sleeve and had the most beautiful smile I'd seen. It was what drove me to you. You were everything I wasn't. I didn't want you. Wanting you seems very futile and child-like, like an eleven year … Continue reading #Day 856: Forgetting November
...the end is still a long way off.