Psyched

Cinnamon bun,

So warm, so sweet

You stop to show me

Tattoos on your feet.

Cinnamon Bun,

Why was I never invited?

You travelled the city

Where we once were united.

Cinnamon bun,

I stare at it and wait

… for 10 years.

For fortunes fate

Warm and cosy,

Spicy as sweet

Cold and flakey

Burnt? Or lazy.

Hello friend,

Your neighbour.

I told you what happened to me

But you chose to ignore me, and just ‘let it be’

Cinnamon bun,

You’re a delight,

You’ve always helped me win in a fight.

So why not this time,

Turn on my light?

Cinnamon bun…

You’re too cool.

Now you’ve made me feel like an actual fool.

Warm bun,

Crackling fire.

Who would know that you’re a liar?

Cinnamon bun

I would forgive you,

But there’s been an eclipse,

Now I cannot see you.

Cinnamon Bun

There was a time

When you and I lit up the sky

A shooting star, sparkling green

I loved you so much I started to cry.

When one night you walked me home.

We would point at the stars and the galaxies

So neither of us felt alone.

Swirling around like a galaxy above,

the stardust explodes as warm as someone you love.

When you think of me, think of kinship and grace, that provides structure and taste

without any haste.

And when you think of me, think of warm amber sugar all over your face!

that coats our special cinnamon bun :)

Love is WILD.

Like a game of cards, you’ll never know what hand you’re dealt, but you can be sure of how you felt.

Our love is WILD!

The kind you dreamt of as a child.

Lips that hardly touch,

Skin softly conducts.

Sending sweet messages,

Of first class love and massages.

Beads of sweat,

sparkle like magic.

Soft kisses,

Little surprises.

Hands.

Careful hands, it’s perfection.

6.11am Dua Lipa wakes me up…

35 degrees today.

Why am I cold?

Blueberry sour raspberry it is then.

6.17am Katy Perry

“I want coffee”

Someone shouts.

I can relate.

We’re out and about

6.57am Seagulls.

Rattling keys

Flowers, god help me

It’s time for

‘I’m in the loo!’

FFS.

More than ‘Knock knock’

Meds.

‘Oh really?’

‘But I’m still in bed :(‘

‘Knock knock’

‘Are you ok?’

‘Fine I say’

but I’ve been crying all day

The staff are so, so kind

But ‘I can see, I can see, I can see I’m going Blind!’

RRRAAAAHHH

(Credit to Korn)

‘PRN?’

And sometimes I can’t cry at all

I squeeze my eyes

hoping for something to come out

Maybe I’ve ran out of tears?

Or am I just shell shocked by fear?

I’m waiting for a diagnosis

‘More than likely it’s psychosis’

Now where is my phone? My card?

Dear God, where is my lighter!?

8 times a day. Starbucks.