Me. Back in the act.

Here i am, falling into the same old routine.

Where im a rabbit caught in the headlights, but yet i am repulsed at the fact that i wont run.

I am a coward.

Several times i have been caught like this.

I wont be caught again, i vowed.

But no.

No.

No.

No.

I slip easily into old habbits.

Walkig straight into y old shoes i find or am found but another mistake.

Another bannished.

Knock-kneed i sit here typing on the laptop.

My hair messy and wild.

Wearing my space jam t-shirt and knickers.

Smudged mascara.

Chipped nail varnish.

Me.

Back to the same old routine.

Me.

But have i found a cure??

Being a slut, finding new guys to plug that hole.

To plug up the howling of the wind from that gapeing dark void, when my heart was stolen from.

Me.