Released Waves



I’m giving myself a headache trying not to think of you and dreaming of the naughty things I’d like to feel you do. Pic found on Pinterest

Messing up

Fuck I miss you… Why did I mess this up let my imagination take over and lead us astray? I’ve only myself to blame as I strike off another sentence I can’t workshop with you and a poem by Blake that would fill you with rage Fuck I miss you… the way you saw meContinue reading “Messing up”


There’s a gap inside me now you’re gonea missing piece of funnot easily replaced. I know I’ll be alright (and so will you) But still… there’s a gap There’s a gap between my thoughtsand spoken wordswhich you would have heard. All the final choiceswere right and sensibleBut still… there’s a gap

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