He broke up with me at my friend's funeral. So what did I do? I broke his nose. The events that followed can only be described as ridiculousness. It was a seaside summer filled with Jagger Bombs, bar fights, bad dates, and love when you least expect it. How does one mend a broken heart? With Tequila of course. Lots, and lots of Tequila.

So this is where everything goes down. When the mind screams for freedom but the heart won’t let go from the key. When the imprisoned and innocent captive doesn't have more space available for all his painful memories and needs to breathe again in open spaces. However, the prisoner cannot get rid of the memories while the heart clutches the key like it’s the only thing worth living for. Who can judge him? He beats for that key. What he doesn't know yet is that if he holds it for much longer, it will only end in his shattering and the mind’s suffocation.

.....for the way this animal love lurches monstrous up my chest. roger bonair-agard, your bed is too small for fucking and poetry. (a lovers quarrel)

These poems are for the brave beautiful women of my generation, that are thriving to hold on to their character admits the degrading of their worth in today's society.

I want what is yours.

❝the uprising has begun.❞

I love the players. He loves the game. (CONFUSING-THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK SO IT SUCKS. WARNING. ONLY ON WATTPAD FOR NOSTALGIC PURPOSES. Written and completed on June 2012. Rewritten version now available on my profile called 'The Accidental Partner') #69 in Humour and #100 in Romance Important Note: Readers are wondering why I will be revising/remaking this book. It is because I regard my novel with a critical but not cruel eye, for it is a work of my one-and-only imagination and deserves to be made even better.

friends with benefits - phrase: 1. two friends who have a sexual relationship without being emotionally involved. 2. not a boyfriend nor girlfriend