Well you could say its
But we got it
Oh babe we got it bad
Love is a...
If I asked you to lie to me
would you say you always loved me
If I begged you for the truth
Would you dare to speak the words...
I’ve been drawn to rabbit holes in decline
Chasing after memories that we left behind
Following the bunnies just to distract my mind...
Pull out all my ribs
So I can examine my insides
Leave the shards of glass
We can pretend they are perfection
Within the silence
I said that
I love you
Until my mouth
Filled with blood.
I’m releasing myself from the torment of love. It doesn’t fulfil me anymore, though it takes all I have to give and more so I’ve not the strength to...
Why do you pick and prod at me
Bitter pills you force down my throat
Like I’m the one that is sick
Why do you take the blood from my...
How do we say goodbye
When the sun goes down
And the crickets sing
How am I to let you go
When losing you is part of me...
I’m a fraud.
A fraud just waiting for you to see, awaiting the pain of what will be when you see how I throw darts at dictionaries and pray that...
I get the feeling I’m unwanted from almost every part of myself. I walk into a room and my own reflection greets me with silence – a silent inner agony...
My sick little funny honey
With anger in her heart
What will you do when you finally break
But get on your knees and pray to me...
Would you mind if I said that I want you
So badly I think I might die
Or if I asked you to kiss me
So deeply you become part of my...
When I die wrap me in roses
With love on my wrist
And my hand on my heart
Kiss me one more time
So I’ll know I was loved...
Tell me you love me. Prove it. Make it mean something. Show me that there is no air in your lungs when I leave and that your heart is mine to crush....
Can you show me what fulfilment looks like? Or explain how I might learn to look at my reflection without contempt? How about the ability to recognise...
Pour myself some coffee in my sleepless nights
Cos I can’t clean away the memories
And I remember all the fights
You’re a cigarette...