And why are you still in my head?
In my chest,
In my soul?
Engulfed by disdain, disgust and love.
And I am so lone.
In the middle of Oxford Street crowds
I want your advice that never helped
I want your forehead kisses that I rejected.
Longing for you on dark silent nights.
To debate: am I ever truly alone?
Or does your phantomlike presence ignite and guide...
Tuesday 16th November 2021 10:41 pm
Take a shower
Put on your brand-new Couture
Walking down the street as clean as can be
Though you know your character lacks such hygiene
Carefully avoiding anything that will dirty your all-white attire
Your outfit is custom made of course
But yet the inevitable happens
The same way you ruined the previous ensemble
Destroys any hope for salvage
Tuesday 4th May 2021 3:18 pm
How can I cope with this devil on my shoulder, The heat is on but its making me colder, When I was younger it hoped I’d grow older, Started off small now it’s heavier than a boulder,
You say I’m fine well I’m sick in the head, You say I‘ll cope well I’m sick of this mess, I don’t know how long I can stick with this stress, If it was my way then I would’ve writ this in red,
Wednesday 16th May 2018 10:00 pm