All I am is indigo
When the colour fades...

Now your wandering heart
is too large to escape...

Twelve past noon, an autumn day,
Walked past you outside that dingy cafe...

"Everything's a disappointment," you're...
Windows slip open and welcome the wandering air...

Is it so scary?
The hair on the ceiling...

-An ode of sorts to all of Bret Easton Ellis...
Throwing coins into a jar...

Loose stringed guitars that lay on your floor.
I remember stories that filled me from the core...

"It isn't the words you are lacking, but the...
Lost between the lines of obsess and I couldn't...

Your eyes are dull and overworked,
Trying to see through all of the hurt...

So I woke up tired and spent that evening thinking...
Some sacrifices to be made to distance yourself...

Plastic plates, plastic cups.
Plastic flowers...

Off-white, such a pretty colour; you are
A weathered face would suit such a shade...