I had a dream once. It was quite honest. We sat outside by the patio, each of us with a cup of coffee at hand, wearing our glasses and the wind gently stroking our skin. You had on what I like to think was my favourite outfit on you: a shirt I’d worn the...

I have a bad habit of making friends with boys I like. Hoping it’s not confining. A black widow ensnaring to trap. Though I can get a lot from you Give a lot in return Take and expect giving Give and expect taking You cast your lot and look I’m chosen. Choice is what...