Where Are The People We Used To Be?

But the happiness fades. The lust fades. It all fades. And then you’re left alone, by yourself, wondering how in a city of close to nine million people, there’s not one that understands you.

A Love That Never Existed

At our last interaction, when I found that his heart had the emotional depth of a paper doll, my heart was stripped of emotion.

When There’s Nothing Left To Say

His voice is flat, tired and hopeless. Your sighs are long and exasperated, pushing out the last pulse of air like your lungs just might collapse with each exhalation. 

The Colors Of Love

Roses; Romance; Spices; Sangria; Lipstick; Genitals; Exit Signs; Lipstick; Confidence; Romance; Color of My Longing.