***** snow on the sidewalk like someone's old dandruff and cups of hot chocolate like murky brown eyes. Bright knitted jumpers like over-bright smiles and fairy-light nooses like striped knotted ties. Sleigh bells and reindeer like slaves' chains a-clanking and gaily wrapped presents our cling film wrapped hearts. Street lamps; a search light - cars are our convicts and saccharine kisses like sour apple tarts.
i'm sorry for telling the complete truth, for once, and ruining our blissful ignorance that wasn't so much blissful at the depths, but there was a hint of smile inside, for both of us, until now
is it so hard for you to look past the physicality of its presence? is it so hard for you to say hello and find out who i am underneath it? is it so hard to make it not matter, to understand that it covers my head but not my heart? is it so hard?
Pictures of dead people I know are smiling and are so full of life hanging on my wall reminding me to seize this day, because it's not cliche, and it won't come again.