im wasting my life on pointless things
i sometimes think
when does life begin

im falling out of conversations
i cant pay attention
repeat the question

I can wait
for you, for anyone, for everything; I'm
a daisy in your endless winter,
dormant until I'm perfect and beautiful enough
for you to notice me from the other side of the bed.
From the other end of the line.

Strange thing about beer.
The emptier the bottle is,
the heavier it gets.

the colour of betrayal far outshines Vantablack
its depth is a cumulus cloud of chaos and agony
tinged with the wails of a wilting wallflower
bloodied scarlet, a glimmer of unrequited love
purple promises writ into skin, bruised and broken