The Things I Miss

I am hoping that if I write them all down then I wont miss them anymore. Purge them out from the corners of my mind so I can start again. .... Being told I look beautiful, even when I've just woken up. Having someone to call beautiful. A hand on my thigh in the car. … Continue reading The Things I Miss

Too Old For This Shit

Cold coffee from a cup off the floor is all I need in this inner war and the drugs didn't work and the sofa was cold check my phone, do some needed damage control fuck, wasn't meant to let all of my feelings show It's my birthday soon I'm getting old the sun is too … Continue reading Too Old For This Shit