Bygones not to be bygones
we buy guns to compliment our own flesh guns
to have some dumb fun

Candle holding till my fingers
​are burnt with wax
I've run out of house candles

Many thanks!

******* in a treesome
a given sense for one of us to leave
Forcibly the unexperienced one
caught blowing in the wind

She's tasted a stolen kiss,
from the one and only who stole her heart
No wonder she fell in love with a bandit
from the start

​I slit my wrist in the bathroom
just to wash off the pain
I cry better in there, because nobody is watching
No-one to see whichever makes up my true tears
it's really all the same

I long to drive alone on an empty road
on a half empty tank, with no better place to go
Emptying my mind on an empty space of a thought
I feel so empty!

It's okay to not be okay
but not okay to admit you're okay
How you're doing today:
I'm okay in not being okay
Your response:
okay