When you came to me, I was alone. I stood unbarred, like a fresh soul caged within a miasma of hate – a soul full of colour in a world full of grey. You came and permeated the steel walls of my heart and you kissed me with your metalic tongue. You took my breath away.You dove headfirst through the keyhole in the glovebox of my car. I had to pull over, we laughed so hard! Your bloodied hand stroked my face and I kissed your tears. We drove on, silently, through the suburbs – streets filled with the chills of wanton stumbles home – the shortcut through the back of the field, where we first held so tight to these fantasies – I in your aura and you in mine. A night of stars and fears and chilled breath and whispers.I loved you and that’s where I went wrong. You never stood for love – prophesised it would kill us all. You were right when you said it should never have begun. Things that don’t begin have no chance to end – mistakes that don’t begin, have no consequence upon their demise…If my love is dirty, then yours is filth!