Piccadilly line commuters will curse her for at least the next two hours.
But if she cared, she wouldn’t be here.
Continue reading “Breathing” →
I’ll still be here
to hold you up when you’re swaying
to roll alongside you out of bars
to smoke secret cigarettes
to make you laugh
Continue reading “to B, with love” →
I’m drowning in
overpriced cocktails and
the hotel pillows are
Continue reading “No, thanks.” →
I’ll ignore WhatsApp and not answer the phone
Continue reading “On Being Moody” →
Continue reading “Can cause addiction. For three days’ use only.” →
don’t wake me up –
let me finish this dream.
Continue reading “slumber” →
I’m not saving anything
for a special occasion.
Continue reading “Living” →
“He likes you because you’re a broken doll,” she warns. I flinch as she tugs at my hair.
Continue reading “SO WHAT?” →
Continue reading “I miss you” →
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