Harriet. Harry-ette. Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis.

Beautiful, bemused, bellicose butcher.

Un-trust... ing.
Un-know... ing.
Un-love... ed?

"He wants you back," he screamed into the night air like a firefighter going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart.

I am lonely.
It's really hard.
This poem... sucks.