When I’m alone is a theme really. I’ve revisited this many times and it’s taken form as a few longer poems over the years. Being alone can really change. I think that’s what amazes me most these days.
I brought you roses today and something to help you get by for awhile. Please remember I'm always here for you. And I'll always make sure you're ok. From The Blog Shop
So basically nothing I do works. Once when I stopped trying to talk to you for a few weeks you came back. Now? I don't really know if it matters anymore. But I'm still here waiting for you. From The Blog ...
I don't know anything anymore. I just fucking miss you all the time. From The Blog Shop