shards of glass... they cut deep

Because at the end of the day,
I’m sick of being the nothing special
And I will no longer stand for man-deceit in
Anyway…
So now that’s two of us…
Pretty soon it’ll be all the rage
And then all you’ll have is regret

So feed out your lies while
They’re still in fashion
But I’m no longer hungry
For your words
I don’t know if I speak for the
Rest of us
But it’s no longer shocking,
This deviant behaviour…
Now, now it’s just expected
… and truly disappointing

how do you say
"i'm sorry"
when the words are
all gone
and we've
given up
weeks ago?

where there's smoke... there's a magic trick

and i'm
not going to
let you make
me crazy...
again

and in that
fleeting moment
when you miss
me, know that
there's a part
of me that
misses you
too,
and that's
the part i'm
leaving behind

Martini Love

the fleeting
moment fades...
and i'm left
here unshaken,
unstirred,
a little dry,
and quite unnerved

"when there's nothing left to burn... you have to set yourself on fire"

smoke & gasoline...
compared to this,
it's probably the smartest thing i've
done all night