it is never enoughthat you love melove is never enough

the need to be in-lovedsometimes outweighsthe need to beloved

do you rememberhow I could never say goodbye once?you had to returnand kiss me twiceevery single time

you weren’t here to trace the outline of my tattoo and touch your lips to its lines he was; he did.

there are anniversariesthat creep up too softly,taking away everything:in remembrance,in remembering;I remember.do you?

II smile on streets, thinking about you, andpeople, they think I am mad.IIif you kiss me,I may kiss you back,together we can be madder.IIIwe should dance,swirling tumbling gladness,descend further into madness.

there will always be girlswaiting breathlessly to be kissed,painting their faces and thenfalling apart, fuelled by drugs and drinknursing heartbreaksand heartache,wallowingbut will there be boys who become men overnight,who will take you home and watch over you,moving their lips – in prayer?

I want you to bake bread for mename a pen for mesing for melisten to our song and tell me how this magic is capturedin the wordsslice your skin for me and tell mejust how much it hurts

I hope the bears eat you.

in hindsight,I shouldn’t have wished youon the poor bearstoday is World Animal Dayafter all

beautiful boy with your beautiful eyesI used to watch you sometimesa cigarette between your lips, towel just reaching your thighsyou were gorgeous, drug-addled, with your sweet shy smile(tenderly washing my fingersand making me cry)beautiful boy with your beautiful eyesI used to watch you sometimescoming down, on the ground, mumbling my name, trembling,lighting your cigarettes,and fighting the shaking(you’d hold my ...

I didn't realise I loved youuntil I diduntil you stopped me mid-sentenceand said, "that's love, baby"and I have a word for this oceanthat has engulfed memuting the screams that haven't stoppedsince I can rememberwhere I can fully breathe and I am floating weightless and free, a balloonyour fingers hold the string gentlyI don't want to break free.

slowly becoming an accidentI hold myselfin my handsslice into mesweet, sharpeach nightlet the dark inand taste it in my veinsmemory a blade shredding me

the taste of bloodin my mouthfrom your mouth

your loss tastes like newspapers soaked in blood for breakfast newsprint gathering dust in darkness printing presses silenced by State machinery spent bullets trampled into the dirt windshield glass mixed with sand deafness to a decade’s screaming a strangling of leads leading nowhere ink rendered invisible your silenced laughter spilling into the earth forebodings of what would follow with ...

I should have dated losersthe kind of people who would eventuallyslip through the cracksinto near or complete oblivionwho wouldn't turn up in newspapers unless arrested or in those death noticesread by no one but those waiting to diewho would disappeareven from memoryface forgottenfootprints erasedinvisibleas if - unlike you -they never were.

I killed a fireflyit kept shining, glowingburning        bioluminescent still emitting light         long after it died it left a trail green gold         brilliant         steadfast drops burned my eyes poor baby firefly you taught me how it feels        to hold light.

the boyfriend’s a bastardand he makes you sighyour drinks have been wateredand you can’t get highyour friends still keep callingyou wish they would dieI think it’s high time youcry baby crythe wishbone it broke wrongyou wanted to flythe heartaches keep comingyou don’t know whythe bed is still unmadethe bottles are drythere’s nothing to itcry baby cryyour work is unravellingyou ...

it can’t last, surely, this much bliss?I want you to always look at me like this.

you let me golike you let goof a kite