I've never known graffiti and energy drink,
never spent my youth in the corner...

I've been driving alongside waters,
along escorts of windmills, ever since...

My aunt gave me twenty euros
ready to ambush...

Headlights aren't meant as warning sign;
they are a glimpse of afterlife...

She can't be fixed, stares at the mirror
with vacant eyes and pills at the bottom...

Even the magazines are mocking me now,
smiling with romance like newlyweds...

I've never been more selfish in my life.
I learnt to bite on grenades...

Yes, that Facebook status was meant for you.
I don't know what we are; perhaps the wool...

Forgive my smile, forgive the gift
I sent for Christmas, the mountain...

Words fall into a pool
of pride, spatters...

I know loss like a dream I dread
but never dreamt; the spoon that feeds...

Your heart lies in my hands,
just waiting to be held...