Jokers-Harlot

Written from June 2015-August 2015) How sad it must be, How soul-destroying, When the only friends you have Are the ones who like to feed your addictions. Who let you. How sad it must be, How soul-destroying, When the ones you seek out are by your own admission "rubbish" but are the Ones who will. The ones who will pay your way and Turn a blind eye to your damage, Your drunken misbehaviour, Not saviours, for you. To absolve yourself of responsibility You'll pin what you can on anyone You can blame, The shame Of the truth Would burn you alive If you could let yourself see it. Empty words, empty promises, Empty bottles, em

There are words, shut inside me, On the tip of my tongue, Burning in my mouth and behind my eyes, Explanations I would like to give, Questions I would like to ask, Words of love, light, sadness, loss. They stay shut away because My heart knows I want to say them, But my head knows I must not. And so I stay silent. Counting. One for sorrow, two for joy, Three for a broken girl, Four for a lost boy. Five for a silver tongue, Six, spray-painted gold, And seven, for my secret, which is never to be told.

Birds of a feather, Nesting together. We've created Our own weather system: When it rains on you, I need an umbrella. We can share. Like twins, somehow, It’s only fair. I cut, you bleed, You drink, I drown. There’s a connection That cannot be broken, A silver chain that binds us; A chemical reaction, Outlasting serotonin. I'm in your veins, And you’re in mine.