It's cold and it's raining and I think loneliness is Romantic, so cut me open if you wish. You will only find vacancy.

sorry darling, i am just so empty.

I took them with a glass of wine and the hope that my brain would lose its pain.

I made great apple porridge with cinnamon and brown sugar this morning. Then made some tea and watched the morning light scatter itself around the living room.

I just want a gun
so I can shoot the sky
and watch the stars fall
because I am sick of them
watching me.

Drunken nights, shared cigarettes, starry skies, rusty days, blurry eyes and fire in our heads.

Despite the howling cold wind, I couldn't be warmer.