Words Stolen From A Rambling Drunkard.

I have spent half my life listening in on my mother’s conversations with her friends and deciphering the unsaid cloaked in my grandmother’s stories.

It is why my heart is locked in a chest under my bed - a desperate attempt to protect myself. Because they have taught me about the other face of love: the harsh, poisonous and cruel side of it.

But now that you have waltzed into my life and freed my foolish heart from its imprisonment - now that I have felt things I thought only existed in books and poems - I cannot help but see my doom hidden in the folds of your pretty dress.