pure

I, too, could have been bitter and jaded.
And I, too, could have been cannily searching for admiration.

But I am brave.

And strong enough to keep my fragility.

I'd say...

This sad saga will never end.
I was catching stars on my way to you.
I need you. And not really.
I am not dramatazing. Just want to hold your hand.
CAN you calm me down?

...

My knees. Your arms. More shots. And something important in between.

...

Nevermind - Just pass me that bloody drink, will you?

Something in the way

Bone appetite, my siamese friend.