Cling to thy suffering– Heaven forbid we should Trust in something Other than pain. Or better yet Tie your shoelaces To the desk And act surprised When you get stuck. We have a strange faith In our Devils You and I, Hush, I am not like you I look elsewhere. Ooh, Death!

Trust me

I’m not so good with words Despite what the poems say But trust when I tell you It’s going to be okay.


They asked her how she could know him When he didn’t know her, Asked her how she could trust him When he was out there with another.   They asked her why she spent time with him Even though they’d never met. She told them he wasn’t a stranger But it was something they just…