Photos by Bryn De Kocks
I see your pain, lover, I see you cannot speak. When you try to breathe, lover, I see your muscles creak.
Heavy is the head that discards halos. Heavy is the burden on your back. Heavy are your secrets, lover. I slowly watch you crack.
Softy stroke my arm now. Grab my wrist on repeat. He's hiding his tears but still bleeding on the sheets.
Where to go from here, lover? I know just what you'll do. Find fresh eyes to cast aside when they get to see, too.