You’d set your own happiness on fire for the attention
I don’t follow, I lead. Why date sheep, when you’re married to the butcher.
Having had the last laugh, he saw the humour in his ultimate death. In living, others, he would never find out, just got to laugh a lot longer.
We play a game of Russian Roulette, careful not to wake the dead, we know that even in death, there is no guarantee of sleep. My turn. Hand slightly shaking, I count backwards. 10, 9, 8, 7.. Will I or won’t I? 5, 4, 3, 2... I will! I pull the trigger! ‘click’. We laugh. … Continue reading Roulette
I tell you, 'I love you.' Your silence carries our ending to infinity
Having freed himself of her lies some time ago, her silence was the last word she spoke to him.
You are my first thought in the morning, the last in the evening, and the many thoughts in between.