The Love Is Gone

-Dagger.

My Lips Are Bleeding From Kissing You Goodbye

i'm going home tomorrow

and i'm actually looking forward to it

yesterday i was given my brief for my last project as a first year

and i'm really not looking forward to that

lady of the house of love

We will piant the shoes and it will be okay.
I am ill and tired and my shoulder blades ache. But I am happy. Ever so happy.

- Dagger.

You owe this man everything.

- Dagger.

It Seems My Feet Can't Stand The Ground No More

i can't believe i have so many amazing people in my life right now

lady of the house of love

Too Late To Go Back To Sleep

Today I do not feel pretty even though I washed my hair.

I greatly dislike this, but have some poetry:

The pavement is uneven. Not cobble stones, great big slabs of pavement.
I start counting them as I walk along. I try not to step on the cracks.
Black bricks. A pub. I wonder if she ever went there alone. A couple lean against the wall and smoke and talk. I look back at the floor.
I must cross the road. Stop and look both ways. Parked cars along one side, their number plates all facing the same way.
I step down the curb. It’s slightly icy in the road, where no one has walked yet. Dotted lines.
I reach the other side unharmed.
Little houses with picket fences. It would be delightful if it wasn’t for the graffiti everywhere.
Little gardens with little ponds and little gnomes.
I pass a row of shops. A florist that will look so pretty, full of tulips, later, when the sun is shining.
But now, the shutters are drawn. I’m glad it’s early, and I’m gad I’m alone.
She lives above a shop. I do too.
A red door beside a newsagents. The paint is peeling and the door frame is old.
I am made to take my shoes off.

-Dagger.

Love That Will Not Betray You, Dismay Or Enslave You,

It Will Set You Free

it would seem that there is an awkward conversation on the cards for when i go home this weekend

lady of the house of love