Poem – I miss how it used to be

I miss how it used to be Everything is the same yet not quite. Like a familiar song with a beat out of place, the problems are getting harder to trace. I miss how it used to be Excitement, lust and love were the pinpoints of our times. Now I don't even think I cross …

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Lets call out the Cat-Callers

Strolling through town after parting ways with my boyfriend as he left for work I had decided to stop at a near by piece of grass to chill. Manchester had been surprisingly warm for quite some time this summer, so with my journals at the ready I wanted to bask in the sun and do …

Bad Habits

You're the bulls eye and I'm the dart, always close but never close enough. It’s like racing towards traffic signals, only to be greeted by a smirking red light. You're the accelerated heart beat from speeding, and I am the promise to never do it again. Its finally being sober for years, only to slip …