Poems

From Lust, to Love, to Hate then Haze.

These inches put between us feel like metres. In this world we’re two different creatures Like a Bird and prey I’ll never meet you Parallel lives I...

My Lips Meet Yours

My lips meet yours, in a tragic applause Of false content, as we mimic the films. I discover deception on your tongue With your hands in blood, of a...

Maybe

Maybe I'll forgive, forget. Maybe I'll realise, regret. Maybe I'll turn my back In stomachs wrench, And deny the lies That occupy my head.