his bone structure is heavier than hers
and her heart is probably emptier than his
she says “thank you”
while choking back the
burning at the bottom of her spine

solitude has become a dark friend that
never lets her down and honestly
she’s become accustomed to its company

‘forever’ is the narrow end of a rusty alley
that isn’t on her way home
and she’s not looking for diversions

on nights when her skin collapses
and her eyes bleed,
she prefers the comfort of her loneliness
as the deceased stars watch over her

she promised herself she’d never make
a home out of a man that makes her weak

she’s just the bridge of a sad song
and he’s the sweet chorus
of a beautiful lullaby.

—  i love you, but i love me more
One thing I’ve learned is that you should never look back. The past is dead and buried, you get nothing from living there. It’s all about today.
—  James Cook, Skins (UK): Rise