There's lots of #poems, stories about love But none of them quite get it They say you're an angel from above or "How we met? How could I forget it?" "You're the person I could not live without" Well actually you probably could "You're my soul mate without a doubt!" Maybe until the next person they would Be that someone who your 'world spins round for' who 'lights up' your #life Or maybe that one you think about even when you are left behind. But from my experience of love, it's an extraordinary thing Sometimes it'll feel like a welcome feeling But pain and sadness it can bring Every lover is the one until another comes along And with each one you learn something new, gaining another lesson or two I've never been so hurt or depressed since I've been in this desirable state Sometimes you think it's not worth the effort and things are put at stake I don't know what the end is like because I've never felt it But when it comes I'm sure I'll find that these feelings have all been worth it. Being in love is experience for #life and for what else it will entail But right now when you're in his arms youll think this is all just a tale.

Red Light My extensions are taking a long time to get in. Possibly for the best as it got a bit rough last time and some guy tugged at my hair and I thought it was ripping out. But if I don't put them in guys will move on to another street. Oh well. Last look in the mirror before i go out. Is my skirt short enough? Hm. Best pull the waste up just a tad. Cool. Bit of lippy and a grab of the condoms and I'm good to go. Hopefully I'll get one of the regulars tonight.

Run away to a place you won't find me But finally you will find me Because its a place everybody knows and everybody goes

Surely everyone knows that sometimes you need to act on an urge that's been frustrating you for so long. Something that has been constantly on your mind that you know is wrong. I don't know if it is my fault that I crave to do things to you. I can't help it. Society seems to want to punish me for having these feelings. Anyone can be attracted to lots of different people, right? Tony from down the street has just married an Indian. My elderly mum married her thirty six year old boyfriend. Some women are attracted to women. Is it their fault they want to be with different types of people? The only difference is, they get to be with who they want. Is it worth being branded a paedophile if I can finally have you?

I pulled the knife put. Blood didn't pour from his mouth or out of the wound like the movies. He just looked at me, and fell backwards. Ha. Ha. I sweeped up the broken glass from the kitchen floor. Ugh. That smell of alcohol still lingered. Disgusting habit. Old navy rum was his favourite. Was his favourite. Was. What a funny night it had been. Started off the usual, heard him trying to get through the door after being at the pub. Dropping bottles of beer at the front door. Now or never, I thought, rubbing the bruises on my arm. He was shouting my name outside, calling me an old bitch. Fat whore. More fuel for the fire, thank you. As I opened the door, he tumbled in, knocking me over. He laughed at me. I thought about asking: are you going to change? But before I thought about anything else I noticed a familiar shift in his stare. His eyes changed to that dark glint. Shit. His fists lunged towards my chest and I heard a loud crack. Winded, I managed to crawl far enough away from him to give me some time before he stumbled over to me. I sat under the table. Not frightened. Just rigid. Waiting. He stumbled over quicker than I thought he would. Leaning over me with his breath and his fists and his glare. I grabbed the knife I was going to use to carve his dinner. It plunged into him just below his rib cage. I made sure I got the whole knife inside.