Fake

spoon fed words
from immature tongues
'i'm sorry' you say
under tainted breath

i'm swimming
in your puppy dog eyes
drowning in our tears
and your fake words

Lovers to Strangers

it's 1 am
and i'm running through the rain
to be in your arms

15 minutes later
and i'm at your doorstep
being welcomed by bloodshot eyes
and the stench of stale cigarettes
seeping from your soft lips

the lips i used to kiss
(the lips that used to kiss me back, in fact)
and now i stare
upon a strangers face
begging for my lover
to come back to me

where are you beneath that innocent mask?
those sentimental eyes
are merely a disguise

Uni

chef ambitions
at 8 years old
crushing custard creams
in my gran's kitchen
and naming it
my 'masterpiece.'

11 years later
and i still can't fucking cook.
juggling microwave meals
and pasta's on the menu
more than 3 times a week