I stand there,
And look towards you.
You turn around,
And what do I do?
I look away,
Like such a fool.
How stupid of me,
I can never keep my cool.

Have you ever seen the stars melt,
oscillating in place,
blending in space
& you think you can
see her face
in that jumbled mess
& you know,
you know in your heart,
that's impossible,
'cause she's the brightest,
the prettiest one
& you can't hide
such luminosity.

I placed gentle kisses
along your spine,
traveled downward,
downward,
to the small of your pretty back,
where the deep pools
of your sweet sweat resided
& there I drank,
I drank until drunk
on the spirit of our sin
& in my delusion,
I confess,
every single minute,
every single stroke
was worth it,
just to be,
just to be loved
by another sinner.

sitting in my room all day long
thinking about him, how he treats me wrong
there is tons of other boys
only one special i love his smile his person his voice

he might be a little older
but i can always cry on his shoulder
he might be far away
but i'll get there and finally kiss him someday

he makes me smile
even when i havent in a while
when im sad he can feel it
when im broken he can always heal it

we like the same things
and i hope that some day we'll prove it with rings
i never thought we'd get this close
but it's clear as air now this love is my daily dose

i love you so much XOXO
your babygirl
your my vinyl scratch, my saviour!

I was tongue deep in her when you crossed my mind
And I wish you would go away because I can't stand closing my eyes

And imagining it was you there I just miss you something terrible
And I wish I could take back everything I ever said

Some nights I dream of your face
And when I wake up I have the most painful of aches

It starts in my chest and spreads everywhere else
I wish I never ****** up, Barbie

I catch myself thinking about your lips, again.
And one particular smile; I find it mesmerising.
Wryness and sadness and resolute strength,
That gentle smile, that almost smile, that 'shall I...?' smile.
There's a no-surrender steel to your stare, a hardness
In the set of your shoulders, the tension in your neck,
But your lips are all softness and so, so sweet
I imagine them to be; a piquant sweetness,
Mixed spice, vanilla and burnt sugar.
I catch myself thinking about your lips, again,
And wishing I could taste them.
My fingers to my own, I gently ****,
And lose myself in a cinnamon dream.