It’s all gone to hell.
Category: love
Believe
There’s always a catch. Sometimes, it’s the fall.
SHE
…sharp teeth of an angel.
CLARIFY
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
Rightly So
There is mad, mad joy to be found.
dead me, dead you
This can’t bode well, can it?
bursting
Living in my head, it’s not such a bad thing.
