The Battle With The Bottle Is Nothing

There Are Many Critics Who Have An Idealised Version Of Where My Strengths Lie.

I Wish You Luck With A Capital F.

Don't Try To Touch My Heart, It's Darker Than You Think. And Don't Try To Read My Mind, Because It's Full Of Disappearing Ink.

If I Am Frightened Then I Can Hide It If I Am Crying, I'll Call It Laughter If I Am Haunted, I'll Call It My Imaginary Friend If I Am Bleeding I'll Call It Wine But If You Leave Me Then I Am Broken And If I'm Broken Then Only Death Remains

'content' Is A Word That Has Never Sat Well With Me. Like 'maturity'. They Are Two Words I've Never Liked. I Think They Imply Some Sort Of Decay. A Settling.