There’s no question about the origins of this one. At 18, I had what I would label my first ‘serious’ relationship. I thought I was in love, despite all the difficulties, and this was simply the result of a weekend with O ending. I was such a melodramatic teenager.


Stripped of my wings
I’m grounded –

The nocturnal void
Cannot compare
To my empty arms.

I sought no release
From your chains
Yet was granted bitter freedom:
No release for the enchanted.


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