* Last year, I began a new job, an unusual one that brought together all that I’d learnt in my twenties in the corporate world and since then about social media & writing. I moved out at the end of January 2013 and wrote my goodbye email to the people…
You had a gift for me, you saidAn excuse to see me again over the weekendAnd continue the conversation thatDespite our careful carrying of our respective dignitiesSloshed over and spilled into crazy laughter, often. I thought back to the day priorA quick coffee turned six-hour un-dateCostume trials at a movie…
I’ve done this so many times,I know how it goesAnd while it never stops hurtingThe acrid taste starts to seem familiar,even pleasurable for its warmthIt tastes just like wine. Heartbreak doesn’t sting like it used to,I know this time,I’ll live through it, like all those othersIt’s odd to get used…
I know it’s not February but I’m silly that wayYou know this already, my part-time boyfriendAlmost loverFriend with such delightful benefits Just as I know you dislike labels so I torment you with a few hundred moreWeekend soul mateWeeknight playmateStandby date, always on call for an SMS or two It’s…
Bad poetry, alcohol & cigarettesStupid romcoms, cheap sexThe old failsafe remedies send their regrets I could build another handful of dreamsSew up the tears,show but a hint of blood at the seams But this isn’t the ache of oldIt’s the poison of too many hungers fed with smokeToo little, too…
I drag feet of clayThrough a day too longFlap through the slime of bad moodsTo islands of coherent thoughtAnd prepare for the battle of the sore back I fidget in my chairAnd remember too late,I’m wearing whiteI work late so the paper’s pristineAnd so no one sees the stains when…
You’re a champion sprinter from the past. But have you considered something?
The danger of hearts is they never come with a ‘Danger Ahead’ sign. When you discover where your love keeps their heart, it’s downhill into a world of pain.
Your heart is a barren wasteland. It’s where dreams go to die. And hopes have a masochist side. But there’s no going back for me now.