I keep all your letters
in a metal tin
in my bedside table draw.
I wonder if you kept mine,
all those letters,songs and sketches...
and I wonder if you ever go over them
or if I ever even pass through your thoughts.

There's a song that makes me thing of you,
whenever it is played.
We sat in your Dad's car and drove with the windows down.
That evening summer sun ,
flickering through the trees.
I paused for a moment, to savour it.
A moment where, minds totally free
-like the breeze in our hair.
You looked over at me and we laughed for a while
And then we stopped in a field and watched the sun go down
and heard the skylarks sing
and saw the starlings dance in the darkening sky.
we didn't say a word outside,
contented with your presence and the beauty surrounding us...
I thought this is what happiness feels like,
being next to you.
and I wonder if you savoured that moment too.

I wrote you a letter,
because in words
I can say it better.
I wish I could better articulate this feeling
in speech, instead of just thinking
so I wrote you a letter
alas now,
I'm feeling much better.

The glass fogged up
We wrote messages on the glass
hammering the window as you drove past
but you didn't see us.
You didn't stop to wave.
I grabbed onto your arm, tugging like a child
"I don't want you to go!"
with you gone, this house is so much colder,
my room is so much darker.
and when I say I miss you,
I really, really,really do.

remember as a child, you'd go to the beach
smothered in suncream that smelt of peach
running off before it was all rubbed in
don't care about sunburn, just means a pink chin.
scratchy grains clinging to your arms and your feet
entirely complacent, the weather is sweet
ahead is the sea, so excitingly cold
who cares about taxes or growing old.
in the sea the grains float away
my skin is free, the sand astray
the sea is so enticing and blue
oh how its favours,
to remind me of you

Neither sea on rock
Nor rain on tree
Speak words as sweet
As yours to me.

If their eyes ever falter as you walk into a room, walk away. You may not believe it, but you deserve to be reflected in their irises.  

2. If you’re sitting in your bed with their voice echoing in your head, using your sheets to wipe your nose, and can think of sixteen reasons to go and one to stay, you should go. You will find someone better for you, I promise.  

3. If you go into it hoping you can get them to smoke less **** or stop saying ‘****’ so **** much, don’t go further. Old habits die hard, if at all; make sure you can live with their quirks.

4. If they hold their glass of ***** closer than your waist, let them go. You do not deserve to come in second to their vices.

5. If they pinch your love handles and tell you your curls look better straightened, leave. The way you were created deserves to be adored.

6. Know you are worth millions of atoms, of stardust and spiraling staircases of double helixes, and do not accept anything less than love.