Sunday.

I am Sunday.

A hazy mash up of dark and light

An ashy hanging. Read more

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Scared.

The laws of physics state that opposites attract

And it is a fact that lately we’ve been repelling

And it’s so telling that,

I’m scared.

Not of what we are right now but of what we could be if we just were

Because I’ve never felt safe before but I feel safer with you close. Read more

Fall Apart.

Can I fall apart?

Like for a second can I not be strong?

For a minute can I just.

Breathe.

Could I let myself drop?

Smack, face down into the ground

And not pick myself up

Would that be so bad?

To fall apart.

I just kinda need to fall apart

To say everything by saying nothing

To sit in silent safety until I’m ready,

to

fall

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What mummy doesn’t know.

I told myself that what mummy doesn’t know won’t hurt her. That the loubs on her feet will be enough and won’t desert her even if I did. Though I weren’t there when she needed me and now I see that she needed me, I needed the streets because we needed to eat and me not being home just wasn’t that deep. And I was deep in it, and deeping it, it weren’t good for me. But I wasn’t doing this for me I was doing this for them, dreams at age 10 of being in the prem but life took out the R and I fucked around and nearly caught an M so life threw in an N and I landed in pen, and if I knew then what I knew now? Shit. Read more