a beautiful daze of honey glazed memories swum through the sunshine to melt on your tongue, and at the thought of tasting these long lost moments your heart and your head clashed full force into drips and drabs of sticky waves - now they say that you're locked in a love lost limbo

- Beth Heagney

1. i used to think that hate was the only existing emotion strong enough to scar our being; this was before i realised that love burns the same holes into human skin.

2. i used to think that love was something found in dirty city streets, this was before i realised that you do not find love; love finds you and makes you bleed in places you never knew held blood - for example, your words.

3. cupid is just a nickname the devil gave to himself, and he does not fling arrows he shoots bullets without considering exit wounds.

- Beth Heagney

i don't know how else to tell you i no longer care for you or the cheap words you speak

because i've recently noticed that it doesn't matter how hard i push my fists into your heart, you don't feel a fucking thing.

maybe i've just grown old to ashes and wine or don't care to romanticise our flaws anymore,

or maybe you've always been this filthy -

and that's the thing, regardless of how long you've been this way i still will not love you in the morning

we used to have flowers and sunlight on the tips of our tongues but now you taste like bullets and blood

yuck

yuck

yuck

i do not want to taste you anymore.