Thursday, 4 April 2013


I know I'm sad,
I can feel it in
The weight on my chest,
The sickness in my stomach,
The ache in my bones,
The pressing on my skull,
The curve in my hunch,
The damp stickiness of my cheeks,
The hopelessness of my being.

Monday, 1 April 2013


I can't even be a mess right,
The mess no one takes seriously.

What a fuck-up
I should shut-up

I need a sorry on the tip of my to tongue
For when it's pressed against your cheek.

Cause my sadness doesn't even
Deserve a status

We can't even call it misery.

Sunday, 17 March 2013

I really don't know what I just attempted.
Did I really try and impress you with a moronic try at creative thinking.
Like I could ever conjure up something interesting to ponder or talk about.
I don't know what I expected really, an in-depth conversation that could last for hours about nothing in particular...
I guess when you have been with someone over a year you should know where the line is, where it's their territory, not yours. I knew how stupid and thoughtless it was which is irritating considering I was trying to be smart and thoughtful.

I'm such an embarrassment.