Sometimes;

When i leave a room, I forget where the light switch is.
And when i see a little boy, i think it's him.
I hear my brother's voice, and i can't place it.
I look for the cups in the spice cupboard,
but when I wake up in your arms. I know where I am.
Your sillhouette in the dark, my skin against yours.
And the rest of the world so far away.
I know who I am, and what we are.
And in that moment, I fall in love all over again.

Dear Romeo,

I have one thousand bullets coursing through my veins,
and a litter of rusting anchors in my heart.
Glass in my eyes and no crown on my head
Clocks on my shoulders, and needles in my bed.
But in a world spun by glory and disease,
I've discovered you and the misplaced we.

Ink

I've whispered, I've cried. I've yelled and I have smiled. For the tide and the sunrise, for the loss and your eyes. Ive celebrated, lied and been willing to die. Sat back and listened and wasted your time, but sometimes it's like I never have. Sometimes, its like ive never even moved. Like i've never seen you cry, i've never said goodbye. Like I've never known the sunrise. And i have to try so hard, just to remember. You were here. And once i do, the only thing that helps is to forget.

Filthy Glory



Who you are will only ever be known by yourself.
Whether you want it, believe it, or try not to speak of it.