i think i fit

in the way she fit

in the curves

and the skin

and the skin

to skin

but you


in a different way


if she did



then neither

do i



i like boys

with full names that

foam in the mouths of

street wanderers

spit them out

their rib cages

their bones


between your teeth


sharp edged tongues

and the drawl of

sleep deprivation

tangle me up in sheets

knot me into them

know my hair until i’m

forced it cut it all off



and a full name


My Heart Rate Betrayed Me

fighting to fill lungs

deeper and deeper

but it still doesn’t touch the sides

pulsing too fast

it’s making an escape

from the prison of my body


if i talk to myself

on the walk to scotmid

surely that man will think i’m crazy

do you care much

what the street thinks?

do you care what the doorway

whispers to your aching bones

just pull your ribs aside

and let it out

we all need to take a break

from our insanity


the kitten slowed my heart rate

but was it’s biting of my hand


or just another form of self harm?

i can breathe deeply enough

to slow the blood

to slow the voice

to slow the panic


when the cat stops purring

my heart may betray me once again.

This poem is not a cup of tea but I wish it was

This poem is not a cup of tea but I wish it was

How many did I just want something from?

just, let yourself do stupid things

breathe and relax

radio and a cuppa is bliss

a tape player collecting dust

I used to draw pictures from above, of rivers usually

Good poetry is timeless but out relationship has expired

I fell into another

irrational fear

There’s beauty in the loneliness of man

life is one big whole chemical reaction

Craving food my tongue disagrees with

her edges blurring with the bedsheets

do you have a type?

Cracks in the paper

like a child I can’t cope without pain.

Demanding is unfair.

immediate regret.

I stare at it despite the pointlessness of it

the hint the world gets that things don’t fit quite right inside my head

I’ve been sad since the colour yellow

how does it feel to truly let go?

Green-eyed monsters eat people like you for breakfast.

for a girl who talks so much you say very little.

Should regret change anything?

How long do you need to be alive until you feel it?

emotions are weakness

sucked back into a world of faces like his

the corners blunted with sandpaper

The faeries went shopping,

I swear it.


[Picture credits: Planet Gliese (2013) by Yasuo Nomura)