In My Space

Stood against the brick pile in my back garden away from my Grandad's eyes, smoking his cigarette and drinking coffee from my mug, his hair was a perfect fuzzy mess and his eyes glanced upon the floor more often than they did up on me as he listened to me excitedly rabble on about total …

can i say something?.

go on?... to say anything to avoid that I'm a mess that im tearing apart at the seams to avoid that we broke and that I can't cope to avoid the pain in me that I'm drunk again to avoid that I'm still smoking that i can't deal with this feeling to say that we …

Bedroom Eyes

His bedroom eyes were a brown-green disguise that hid the lies and all the fears of his life. I fell into them with great surprise and for a second i could rise without falling. Free falling through time. Falling. We fell. His bedroom eyes were a perfect guise and they cried. Oh how they cried …

A Little Broken

Some days I wake up and I feel nothing. I want nothing. I am nothing.  Some days you will hold me and Experience nothing. Touch nothing. Caress nothing.  Some days I'm still a little broken. My heart isn't always open, but it will always reopen for you.  You see... Some days I see nothing but …

A Magpie Salute

His eyes have a fire that I could sit and watch forever and he hugs me like he never wants to let me go. Slightly broken and beautiful, I'm not all that sure where he came from or how it even happened but I'm so glad it did! They say that when you know you …

lighthouse

you used up all  of your love on the last one and the light you had flickered out with him you were once the lighthouse  calling me home calling me home calling my home  i thought i'd be haunted by the thought but now i am sleeping with the lights out and you will always …

Starbucks 2012

So here I am sat in Starbucks, this cafeteria of noise, finding it hard to cope with the realisation that I just wasted my money and time walking all the way to this Starbucks to write and possibly read, how I am even focused enough to write is a mystery to me. Looking around I …

Hotel Sheets (08.19)

I thought I had it figured out Mind encased in concrete Damn this wine tasting so sweet My eyes on you, discrete We fucked up the hotel sheets I'm fucking up my mind White lines and glitter so divine While you once more were mine 

Spilling My Guts

So!! It's February... Spring is almost here, a new year and another new start...right? Painted my room, bought new sheets, changed my hair and cleared out my wardrobe (after much struggle) Started my own little business, booked flights to Denmark, cut some people out my life and booked a few tattoos. Life in general is …

PORK BONES

WOW how this post was supposed to be something totally different... Now its just sad.. It was supposed to tell the story of how on my first date with Mr Monkey Face, we got drunk and I was super hungry and he offered me some slowcooker pork but forgot to take out the bones and …