She speaks in monologue,
even ignores walls...

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

Forgive my smile, forgive the gift
I sent for Christmas, the mountain...

When I think of us, I think of that night
you and I lay together on the couch...

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

My aunt gave me twenty euros
ready to ambush...

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

Rock and whiskey,
stoning windows...

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

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

Click
... clack...

We're the speckles in concrete, some necks
more immune against the two-faced sun...