Where have I been?
Did I go on holiday?
Or was I locked up somewhere I couldn't form memories in?
Shocked all mind out of me like a floating anecdote in the dead of a disco; vacant, radiating.
Spinning like the mirror *****, the records soundtracks to my
Prone to oblivious nature.
The past is lost on me
Lost dogs, cats, turned to strays by a world that won't let them remember
Wander helplessly around my head
Like a coven of forgotten souls.
In being forgotten, they forgot who they were.
In being asked where I've been, I forgot who I was as well.

I'm in the underbelly of recovery
Mutating with
Every changed thought
My curves hugging my dress to I'm splurging out
Hot, heavy, popping
Dissipating spine yet feeling divinity
It's too vast but I want to do stuff
I don't want to faint
***** in a limo
Be asked if I want to sit down by a man who wouldn't give a **** if he saw me now
I like to think of myself as a vampire; To enjoy blood not from my own oesophagus
And maybe I do have a higher chance of immortality,
At least when it comes to dispossessing Anorexia of its liquidation.
It still winds round me like a time bomb and always will.
I thank god it's stagnant.

I took a wrong step is right.
Who admits that they have a boyfriend after slobbering all over me, their lips hardly lips
Just skin on a pierced face.
The shock of me and our friend, the confession of a lifetime
That I'd be your type in a different universe.

The one where you don't have kids, not that I minded but you'd make up any excuse not to see me again.
The one where what you write has more substance than the vape
You **** harder than your boyfriend's ****.
For a lesbian you're ******* pretty hard.

Apparently I was looking at you
With eyes only a lover would use.
It was totally nothing to do with the ever changing colour of your hair,
Clothes with me all over
The mouth that butted in when it wasn't wanted.
Only for my one eye not to be cool enough for you.

Don't profess your love.
Don't **** and dump.
And don't post your ugly man upon my feed as if he's worth showing off.
Let him hibernate till spring
Unless he's also a fling
If that's the case then prepare to cry and complain in your stupid soliloquy's until it's Autumn again.

I'm doing it again
Flying my flag of inspiration seeker.
It gives me headaches of wild proportion but I keep going
Like those who starve me; like the sunset that swallows me whole
So I can have tea with the moon.
It's definitely worth going to sleep with a new work at hand
Rebranded, branded a fool when capitalist men exist
I'll weave poetry in the five senses till I collapse
Dying by the feet of bland brains; monotonous colours of consumed or not consumed enough days.

I don't understand anyone's reasoning when they pull this ****
Stay friends for six years or more,
Seven the luckiest but dumped in ****, especially in knowing
This is supposed to be the halfway mark to a forever duo.
Who needs a duo when you have a million chavs, million euro credit cards you don't offer to the poor
Dying for parties, dying for fun
Dying for a piece of your love.

More than a question about exams isn't too much to ask for, is it?
Support your business, congratulate you on the sixth kid you'll never look after yourself,
Maybe the seventh'll be more blessed
If it isn't born from a cheated partner, the one you fell out with me for.
Okay lack of morals, shove it up your emotionless *** of our memories
For I won't be licking it anymore.

I captured her because she wouldn't capture herself
Locks of brunette down her back,
Eyes to the camera
As I was having a heart attack from climbing the long wind
Of a path that drew in leaving no room to clown around
Sing and dance to our hearts content and god knows,
I wish we did that more.

I captured her because she captured me
From when I was blonde to a red she can only recognise
As we lied to our parents about having no friends
And to the briskness of the cold that burdened my skin on the way back
Celebrating a year of meeting in these conditions.
I'm still not able to shut up about her.

I captured her because she captured the moment so well
The stacked up houses that could've fell at a single gush of love,
The books that hadn't been as strong in my bounds of clumsiness
It feels so good not to have to whisper anymore
Even if she makes the world go quiet.
I captured her so I can live in that world for as long as she'll let me.

I'd give you a locket
An imaginary locket
That you'd keep around your neck
For good measure.
A picture of us in fairy dust and charcoal nights
I'd wake up every time for you
Cuddle you till you weren't sad
And in the end we'd be glad
you'd opened up
till the time you reach my age
Me your grandmother's age.
At both sides of life it's okay;
If I tattooed your name on my wrist it would mean something
More than an ownership.
You'd never have to pay for your existence,
Never shed a tear over words thrown around like birthday presents I could pride myself on being acts of love.
Sometimes I fear I'm too small to bear a child
Too compressed by bad genes but in that there'd be so much determination to do it right.
From your locket I would shine the softest light.