I know I'm *******
But you're ******* too
And I quite like that.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 5:44 AM UTC
No one leant me shoes
The day I met you
So I have no one to blame
But myself
I don't think the shoes were really important
They just made me an inch or two taller
And gave me farther to fall
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 5:43 AM UTC
you always wanted to give a girl a heart shaped lollipop
it's endearing, you say
as a child
i always wanted a boy to give me a heart shaped lollipop
so you do it now
and it's not the same
as we both laugh
and i use the stick to poke down the spliff
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 5:41 AM UTC
i walked up the drive,
and was reminded
of how little attention
i actually paid to the place
when i had the luxury
of being there.
i never walked the drive,
far too lazy.
just twice,
once there, once back,
two separate occasions.
both at night,
both with company.
i debated hitchhiking,
still lazy.
i picked someone up once.
a third year choreographer.
she was late for a tutorial
and smelt of alcohol.
everyone i walk past has grey hair.
i look out of time.
two years late.
there's no room now
for an art student with a suitcase.
i walked the halls again,
because the door was propped open,
framed with familiar white handprints,
that fit comfortably under mine.
it smelt just as i remembered,
musty, and comforting.
with the paint still peeling on the stair rail,
from where we'd sat for hours,
pulling it off in strips.
i wrote a letter to my room.
the room in which i fell in love,
lost my mind,
and changed my life.
it's just a room.
just a place,
a space.
but so much was shared,
with the air in there.
and i can't explain the relief
that it isn't in rubble.
i hitch hiked back,
or i'd have missed my train.
a lovely man picked me up,
and i felt the drive from a car,
how i remembered it.
we talked about the place,
about it what it did.
he was as upset as i was.
he was the type of person
i'd forgotten existed.
someone who wasn't one of us,
but understood our loss.
a stranger on the street
who felt what i felt.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 5:40 AM UTC
Because you have this way
Of looking at me
That makes eveything else
Fall away.
How can I exist alone,
Or with anyone else,
When you have the abilty
To do that?
You have to promise
Only to look at me
Without recognition,
Without revealing anything,
And I'll stop asking questions
Without saying anything.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 5:38 AM UTC
So many times,
You fell asleep on my bed,
At noon, or by night,
And I sat beside you,
Rolling a joint,
And everything Was.
A company felt
In the imitations of
Immortality
A distraction,
A perfect waste of time.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 5:37 AM UTC
It doesn't matter when we met.
There's no point in starting there,
It wasn't our remarkable day.
There was so much else to distract me
From noticing such bright blue eyes.
We exchanged words on stairs,
Words I've since forgotten.
The ground didn't shake,
Time didn't stop,
There was no spark yet.
The spark came the moment your hand
Rested on my knee,
Caught in a laugh,
That moment you found me looking at the sky
And draped an arm round my shoulder,
Or even before when we shared a bench
Under a blanket of shooting stars,
That's when the air started humming.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 5:37 AM UTC
you're an arms length
away from me
only my arm
is lying across
a map of the world
not the folds
of my duvet
and I can't
just wrap the sea
around myself
and curl into you
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 5:36 AM UTC
I used to be so good
At dreaming
But now they just turn into
Memories of you
Now my dreams are shorter
Smaller
So much warmer
And I can't remember
How to imagine
Something so bittersweet
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 5:36 AM UTC
I stop existing
Every time you
Leave the room
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 5:35 AM UTC