two can play at this game- a mantra he carries with him. you kick me i'll kick you back. harder. bite me slowly. till blood's been drawn. make this hurt more than it needs to. they were vulnerable. but the heart was only worn on the edge of the sleeve. whilst i hid mine deep… Continue reading what a bummer
i hold this fragile thing in my hands. my cupped hands barely contain it, as it spills out from either side. i've steadied myself to control the momentum. biting my lips, i draw blood. i'm rocking the theoretical boat, and regretting each push and shove. it's already escaping in the cracks between my fingers. it… Continue reading this fragile thing
i listen to the sound of you falling asleep. in harmonious accompaniment with the morning birds. shy smiles, biting fingernails. the distance between us feels too great. come here, closer, so that i can rest my head on your chest. so i can walk my fingers north up the magenta line tracing back to conversations… Continue reading i listen to the sound of you falling asleep
i can hear spring approaching. it's smiling at me from behind the glass. her breath fogs up the glass in excitement. sighs of relief are heard around me as we stand still in a row that stretches as far as i can see. the wait is almost over. but when we look behind us, winter… Continue reading i can hear spring approaching
yesterday i fell in love with a memory and my, what a memory it was. today i woke up and was surprised to find i still felt the same way. i wonder if our paths will ever cross again. would we make the same mistakes? would so much continue to be unsaid?
She took him to the same place she took you,Dim lights, incense, cushions,Where she sat shy in front of another couple,Too busy exploring lips to notice her gaze, On the way home she thought back to that night,Whispered almost secrets,The night she went home smiling,You dressed in black,She smiled at the simplicity,Drawn to your open,… Continue reading vauxhall
the room's dimmed to a buzz, as the volume inches louder and louder she starts to rise from her seat. the fake candles rise up into rings that fall down one by one around her. she's stood up now and it's not enough. slowly, beat by beat, she climbs up onto the table. eyes closed,… Continue reading the mill
today i dipped my feet into the stream that runs at the bottom of my garden. the water was so cold, but it was okay because the sun puddled around my ankles. the fish felt the disturbance and steered clear. i sank into the abundance of pebbles below me. i let the water run around… Continue reading somewhere only we know