you left me in a mystery winchester house. in the dead of winter.  you sprawled with me in a curious pre fixed rouse  ate me till my flesh was aroused, these winchester evenings still sound like brawls you left me hanging on these tribeck mounts, crying near a stationary window, you hefty do good runner…

I try to ignore my betrayed little heart when I am always thinking of him, Why does grief sit so badly, did she never learn her manners, Say please and thank you and never overstay your welcome, It is so funny to my buttoned nose that our British love isn’t so polite to leave And…

late augusts deserve a caricature of their own, prizes for the best of the best, autumn leaves impatiently sitting on green trees dying to fall once again, in hope of a new ground. I look at his eyes again, their shapes so rounded yet so uneven, I never point this out to him, I would…

Sometimes you have to keep going back, again and again, to see what you’re capable of tolerating, The amount of torture from a loved one you can bear, How many times can you get slapped in the face until you turn the other cheek And when does it only bruise you but never bleed. To…