I’d rather not dream at all

In my slumber its your hands around my waist your fingers tracing my skin your lips kissing away my pain  and its your voice whispering all good things to me but then i wake up and its your hands that are absent  your lips on a can of cheap beer  instead of passionately placed on… Continue reading I’d rather not dream at all



Every new daylight patches up the sleepless night before it and with every passing moment that i haven't heard the familiar 'I love you' i sink deeper and deeper   into a pool of my own hurt and i can't catch my breath  so i keep sinking and i let my body rest unmoving  because… Continue reading Drowning