You hurt. You make me feel sexy. Even when our sweat has spread my lipstick all over my face, your face, chest and sheets The sole sight of you makes me want to…

My truth offended you I am a slut with a big heart I am also crying on my bedroom floor But feelings don’t matter as long as you get what you want Bring…

It is always the same: Memorising new cocktails. Attempted amorous relationships. Failure of said relationships. Forgetting cocktail specs.   I envy my friends who have settled down happily at age twenty. Found a…

Where is it? Where is that ‘magical’, hypothetical ‘it’ that makes the world go round? That ‘it’ that makes investors on Wall Street hang themselves; That frees their wives in the suburbs. Gives…

The abstract pain I am in Is very fluid. My eyes flood. I urge to latch onto someone. Quite selfish, Stay with me whilst I hurt The tempest sweeps my rational mind in…

Socks on chairs Tobacco, in piles, on my side Of the bed. Contacts lenses container lids In two different rooms. And said container in a third. No space in bed Loads of kisses…

I had a cute website going on, with a pleasant theme I has mastered. The Gods of the interwebs, however, decided to bin it all. Alea jacta est, as the kids say. (Or…