The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Saturday, 25 April 2015
Dancing With Trench Feet
I love it in these trenches. I love it how my heart always wrenches. Down here I feel safe in my misery, safe in my fear. Some boys are scared of the dark, I've always just been scared of girls and their mocking hearts. But in complete darkness, you seldom hear even the cruellest of girls laugh. So I'll never give my heart to anyone, no matter how sweetly they ask.