once, i picked
a habit from a tree
ripe and red, not meant for me
had it fa(l)*** instead by gravity
i’d n(o)t be tasting this (v)ery insanity
what remained but a rotten core
i bit and i bit and
i bit
i bit
i bit
i bit
i bit
i bit
and again once mor--     **(é)

it is bitterly wonderful
subliminally divine
how you now spend so little time
in my thoughts confined

i like those pretty lines
on your face

those little creases
with each frown
with every squint
your puckered lips
and eyebrow-raises

those permanent folds
that etch your happiness
across the canvas
that is your face

those delicate grooves
that tell me you've been
happy a few
and sad once too many

i like those pretty lines
and that they're here to stay

and my dear,
i hope that i'll add
to those around your mouth
some day

the smokes still sitting in my lungs
stubbornly latched
on to all of those places where
your sweet breath once conquered
and dragged me to the nearest heaven
where our eyes rolled back with every
in hale; in hell
i was in hell with you
and you lit me with your lips
and you rolled me between your fingers
and then watched as i smouldered into the air
and then you let go
the dying embers of you and i

there is a certain kind of loneliness at 3am--
a kind of sweet embitterment
fuelled by the mild discontentment
of moments passed.

It wasn't love but you ****** it up anyway

Struck a chord in my heart for the leeway

ten pennies for your thoughts
i'd spend on words instead

you wore my heart on your sleeve
loosely pinned so that the world could see

tonight,
i smoked two.
one for me,
one for you.

Pull me closer at night
I'm in love with the Darkness