Bullet Hole Wine

I let you down again what is our body count now how many versions of each other have we murdered I have too many holes pouring with hot red sap the rings in my bones will tell you how many tears I have shed over you some are bullet wounds some gaping gashes most are… Continue reading Bullet Hole Wine

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That night. You know the one.

I want to hold you Half baked On a hilltop in Sheffield Hold you and tell you With little pieces of me dripping From my words I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you Until there's nothing left Until I am nothing Nothing but ash Settling on your… Continue reading That night. You know the one.

Poems for Niamh

Pouring salt water places it should not be They left their perfume then They left you Calvin Klein In2you Her, ironic. Each morning I drown myself in the smell of the first time we met, in the smell of the first time I touched your hair, in the smell of the first time I cut… Continue reading Poems for Niamh