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Another poem for a spoken word night.

This was written for a spoken word night. I hope you enjoy.

I knew being with him was going to kill me, I would still die a thousand deaths. 30th December 2016 Twisted metal was cold, burning in my side. ..

September 2015 I remembered walking down the street I lived on. September in the cold air, with the touch of summer sun still about. My breath came..

September 2015 He drove so carelessly. Windows down, and music loud. “How long have you been here for?” I shouted over the music, he tu..

September 2015 I liked sitting in Alec’s living room. I liked how he’d wait for me for to talk first. How he’d sit and touch the ..

Three Months Later - December 2015 I would wait to see him at the Scott's house. I didn’t. I had drove past his apartment many times, but his..

December 2015 New Year. Something fresh. A new place, a different time. The Scott's would surely have their place in my life this year. In fact the..

December 2016 The toxic smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled my nostrils. It was hard to breath as the smoke made the air thick. I felt exposed, ..

March 2016 I remember those three months went quickly. I’d spent endless nights in Alec’s apartment, let him photograph me. His cherub ..