Fairytales have to end someday,
so let me write for you...

It's like turning off the hot shower
just when its warmth has bribed my skin...

I am a story;
not a number...

Lipstick smiles and non-existent hats:
pride rises like steam from temperamental heads...

These days, alcohol has become
a catalyst to catharsis, despite wine...

Every word was a stitch.
Skin fastened to survival...

An old poem, written in 2014 I believe. One of my...
*** poem might be edited in the meantime...

You are my happy poem.
The one I tuck underneath...

I don't want to speak in circles anymore,
and lose visitors in my colourless corridors...

Remember the dazzling blue hues
of Northern England's summer sky...

You did everything right this time.
Every morning, mindfulness...

I say I want to place a period
behind your name, but everytime...