You were lonely, staring at the walls
or the telephone screen, drinking...

Social media's such a bore:
we click and flick, dismiss fat chicks...

In all of Paris' grandeur, from Place de la...
to bakery-scented boulevards - I searched for...

Question marks cut in half, fingers
less likely placing periods, as we fumble with...

I was painting my nails and listening
to rock 'n' roll, something about insobriety...

There's something about waking up to your words,
or waking you up with mine, hearing the softness...

The limit of 10 PM turned into something-AM.
I still drink and wait for you whilst semi-sober...

Rock and whiskey,
stoning windows...

Breathe on my skin, slowly,
let me relish at the way your chest...

Don't expect to open up my chest
with your bare hands, it takes more...

Upon gazing at satellites and planes,
I have unveiled the truest imposters of life...

You, with your ever-glowing lights.
I don’t know why my heart longs...