flashback then back and back again.

Facing the door, keys in my hand. Now for compilation- contemplation. The flats were once an office space. All so sterile. People could definitely die here. It's a harsh- argh- keys face this.

I'm greeted with a smile and my adidas hoodie never looked so good with a hug round my waist, happy I'm home-are you?- yeah-ah-well-man-so-up-stairs-watch some sopranos?

"helllllloooo" 'hi' 'sorry' 'no you know what it's out of order'

don't bite

'i know, i know'

'if you're annoyed, it doesn't give you the right to be rude'

'bu'-don't bite don't bite

'you're right, sorry, i know'

'well you obviously DON'T know do you?'

bite- bite the tongue, the tongue

'lets talk about this'

'okay'.

'I'm not trying to argue with you'

.....

my back on the bed her head on my chest

played her out like i did my old super nes

it's weird to think sex could become, pure

exciting and sort of, i don't know, fun. Before

it was always sort of a chore. Like talking

to my dad.

'are you even listening to me?'

Swimming in memories I reach the surface

to see reality is raining on top of me- makes

the sea that much warmer. But i have to get out sometime

Or I'll get raisin fingers