THE DEFINITION OF
DRUNK IN LOVE:
I know you remember my
laughter as we drunkenly
cartwheeled down the silent
corridor of another nameless hotel.
You remember how my happiness echoed
all along the hallways. You remember
telling me to jump down that flight of
stairs, telling me to trust you, that
you’d catch me. And I did, and I did, and
you did. You remember how you promised me
you’d make me happy. And you did. You remember
how you promised me that you’d never let me go.
And you did.
Originally published on The Magic Black Book, April 2016 and on Hijacked Amygdala here.
Published in streetcake magazine (issue 62) which can be read here.
Treacle Heart 
Ouch, the end <3 wonderful work.
I agree w Andy they’re so powerful speaking them out loud gives them even more volume
Your posts are inspiring. You have such tenderness and soft style.
I would love a talented persons comment and review on my posts as I just started and need more direction and feedback.
❤️
I like reading your pieces aloud. Acting them, as a soliloquy. They are beautiful to hear.
:) Thanks, pal x