Because after everything you did
All the fights
And all the insults
All the broken promises
And all the lies
All the short retorts
And all the K's
I still love you

This ceiling that I keep staring at
Has a sickly charm to it
And my words are infested with
Perpetual nausea

For he's a jolly good fellow,

adorned in yellow and love,
it was hard to see his face through the smoke of a three blunt rotation, but I could feel his heart beating from across the trailer.

Worn out eighties music was the unofficial theme of the night and I think we lived up to the expectations Eddie Murphy set for his.

Abela sits on the balcony
she likes the sun
the way the sun
glows her skin

I am inside
reading my book
sipping my wine

why don't you come outside
on the balcony
and feel the sun?
she says

I turn a page
sip more wine
I prefer the shade
the coolness

still reading that book?

I like books

but that book?
What's it about?

It's a philosophy book

I’m out here
on this balcony
on holiday
getting some sun
and you are inside
reading a ****
philosophy book?

It's relaxing

you can read
on a rainy day
come get some sun

I look at her
out on the balcony
in her bikini
her legs crossed
her dark glasses
like  insect eyes

I hate sitting
in the sun
it gives me a headache
and I feel it
a waste of time
I say

she looks towards me
we spent yesterday
walking around old ruins
that was a waste of time
she says

that was good
I say

old bricks
old windows
old relics?
she says
almost
in a sing song voice

I look at the hotel room wall
some water colour painting
hangs there
dull as dirt

I sip my wine
and close the book
and go lay
on the double bed
shoes off
shirt open at the neck
thinking of *** of course
thinking of her
laying there
as had
the night just gone

and she outside
singing some
**** love song.