If you know a man is prone to crying, and you don’t like that,
Break up with him in public, over a good beer,
After 18 holes of golf (for which he has paid).
It quells the tear-show.
And the guilt you will feel will be much diminished.
As the butterflies flit behind him and the hot sun browns your [...]

Leave me alone.
Stop! Don’t say a word.
I don’t give a toss that you:
think I’m beautiful;
think I have a great smile;
like my mind;
really enjoy my company;
<insert compliment here>.
Really, I don’t.
I want to be alone.
Go away.
I’m so over you, and you, and you, and you too!
Just go a-fucking-way.

I had a nectarine: sweet, juicy, ripe. I left in the fruit-bowl for too long and it rotted from the inside; I had to shake the disease.
I stopped eating fruit, took up vegetables, kumera, zucchini, carrot, after carrot. Vegetables are boring, vegetables are dull, a vegetable diet is unbalanced self-denial, you just can’t get enough.
I [...]

Your words won’t move me, anymore. I’m well-aware just how well-used those words that come so easily to you are. Re-used, re-served, re-heated, re-messaged, re-repeated words of desire, do anything but whet mine, now. Words like yours need a prophylactic, because fuck knows where they had been before they landed on my ear, and does [...]

With store-bought flowers, cigarettes and coffee.
Sunday update: and the company of a bloody good mate. Thanks Brendan xxx.

In this hothouse of seemingly endless potential, there’s something potently alluring about you. I want to rip you from your vine, rub your petals to my florid cheek, to barely-there kiss you with these ruby lips, and wear you in my hair. I feel an irrestible urge to inhale your intoxicating scent deep into my [...]