He had demons in his eyes
They soared in, across and around his pupils
Clouding his vision
They endeavoured to ruin his spirit
Tired of this never ending cyclical disaster I'm putting myself through. Day in. Day out. Same shit. Different toilet.
I love you a lot more than I should.
Ive up’ed the dosage times three,
only because you manage to cater to me,
Myself and I.
And when everything is said and done. When the ducts can no longer form tears. When alcohol becomes ineffective.
There is finally nothing more to rely on.
It’s all happening over here on the fence.
The most loathed yet feared place in the world. The place where balance is appreciated, consideration is embraced and observation is key.
I am a person.
A person that has feelings.
My wellbeing is important alongside my self respect and dignity.
Don’t use me to feed your fetish.