I used to roam the city streets, looking for a heartbeat. My hands skimming walls, searching, and all I touched was sandstone and steel. If only I had known the soft brush of country-side and rolling oceans I wouldn’t have let the city seduce me with its night.

9PM high heels, blurry smiles and men looking for hearts to steal. Dilapidated lights I looked at and wondered if it was a reflection of myself. Dark alleyways, smoke a silent haze. If you had seen me then, I don’t think you would

I’m not all that bad, but I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak. I was just always wanting one thing and it seemed I could never obtain it. I wasn’t handed around like secondhand smoke but at times it felt like it and I was lit up to be put out again and again.