I write slightly intoxicated.
Maybe it's from tge *****.
Or maybe it's from you r kisses.
Or the way you felt on that rooftop.
All I now is I've not felt like this for a long while.
And you seem to know everything I could need.
Kissing you makes me high.
Touching you gets me drunk.
You touching me.
Holding me.
Well that's almost enought to make me passs out.
What am was I saying,
Oh, yeah
You make me feel really quite special.
Intoxicated
And it's not just hte ***** talking.

You forgot to write me letters.
For every month that you were gone.
Oh eighty seven down on my part.
And this one seems too long.

It's when the daydreams merge with reality.
That's what love is.

It's not that you don't look perfect from down here.
It's just..
The rooftops in big cities are always so beautiful.
And I'd love for our surroundings to be as beautiful as your gorgeous lips, hair, smile, eyes, body.
I just want everything to be beautiful tonight.
And on the ground we can only imagine the skyline.
Now. Tell me.
How do we get up onto that rooftop?

We're being reckless.
Giving into temptation.
Your lips are magnetic.
Forcing mine upon yours.
Your touch is sweet.
Delicate even.
City lights shine for us.
Symbolising the spark we have.
Connection.
Desire.
Emotions.
Is this love?
Maybe.
It's the reckless kind.
The one that tears your heart out.
And leaves you breathless.
And speechless.
So conflicted.
We have 8 days.
So much could happen.
We should stop.
But being careful never enticed me.
So let's be reckless.
Let's kiss the way we did by the water.
Let's hold each other until we are one.
Let's love.

I'm speechless.
Tonight was perfect.
City lights.
Sneaking out.
Forbidden kisses.
Perfection.
Your lips.
My lips.
Your body.
My body.
We are one.
Speechless.

One foot in front of the other.
It's not that hard.
It's life dear.
Balance.
That's all you need.
And tension.
Slacking will inevitably make you fall.
I guess that's what happened then.
That's why I lost my balance.
The second I saw you,
I stopped putting one foot in front of the other.
And I began slacking in my plans.
I felt as though I was floating.
Looking into your beautiful dark eyes.
Oh how wrong was I?
So wrong.
I wasn't floating.
I was falling.
The tightrope went limp.
And I completely lost my balance.
What now?

I forgot why I was afraid of love.
And then in one quick heart wrenching pull.
I remembered it all.
I remembered why I built my walls.
I remembered why I didn't believe in compliments.
And I remembered exactly how it felt to have a broken heart again.
So now I'm laying in bed.
Cuddling a pillow.
Feeling wet tears stroke my cheek.
And all at once my heart is so heavy that I may never rise from this bed again.
I think I could look at this ceiling for forever.
Maybe.
If only I could keep you out of my mind.
Your big brown eyes staring deep into my soul.
Mocking me.
And how naive I was.
How could I have been so forgetful?
I forgot that I was terrified of love.
And now I remember why.

She is perfect.
Flawless.
Not like me.
She's able to give you the world.
Every bit of it.
I'm sorry I can't.
I can, however, give you every piece of me.
I'll let you break every inch of my heart.
Over and over again.
She would never annoy you.
She is everything you need.
She has the time.
So do I.
But you can't see that.
God. She's so perfect.
And I'm just.....
Well I'm just a girl.
Caught up in the idea of us.

Falling for you was just too easy.
Smooth words, late nights.
Enough to make a young girl cry.
I fell for you a bit too fast.
I'm not too sure how to make us last.
Cause if I fell so easily.
And you knocked down my highest walls.
How am I to know it's not just me?
I feel the heartache setting in.
Bracing myself for crashing down.

It's a pretty generic title, right?
And I guess you could say we're a pretty generic couple.
Boy. Girl.
18. 24.
Both writers.
Both believers.
Love.
That's the word that binds us together.
Without love what would this be?
Just desire?
Just a feeling?
Just chemistry?
But honestly, that's all love is.
It's a label.
And it's used too much.
It's thrown around.
Like a ragdoll in a pram.
Love beats you up.
It hurts you from the inside out.
Whether it's distance.
Whether it's timing.
Whether it's other people's opinion.
Love tears everything apart.
So from now on I'm not going to love you.
I'm just going to enjoy you.
Because from past experiences,
Love kills whatever this is.
And I kind if am hoping we'll last.

It just occurred to me that these eight days are going to fly.
And then I'm gonna leave.
Well you'll leave and I'll be stuck here.
In my 9 to 5 job.
While you taste every inch of the world without me.
God.
I don't want that at all.
I want you.
All of you.
And I want to taste every inch of the world with you.

But that's not reality.
September will come and go.
My plane ticket out of here is €700
That's a good few pay cheques.
And what if when I get there,
if I get there.
You don't love me anymore.
You found someone new.
You tasted something better than a pretty Irish girl.

These doubts are killing me.

Pretty?
Gorgeous?
Beautiful?
Lovely?
Ha!
You haven't seen what I see in the mirror at 6am.
You haven't seen these eyes wet with tears at 2am.
You haven't seen me bite my lip to keep from screaming out at 3pm.
You haven't seen anything but a picture.
Where, yes, I look relatively decent.
Big eyes.
'Happy'
Nice hair.
I spent so long trying to get it straight.
So please.
Don't compliment me until you see my rawest state.
Because that is true beauty.
Raw emotion.

Halfway round the world
Lies a beautiful treasure.
He's breaking at the cracks
Strumming till he's back.
Guitar strings keep on breaking
My heart still is aching.

Cause he ain't coming home.
I've gone and let him go.

Miles away he stares at the stars
But nothing really matters cause we both know the time will tear us apart.
We can't leave this forever.
Oh we know it's just no use.
And pining over you is the worst thing I can do.
But you're dancing in my heart and my mind is racing now.

Why'd I let you go.
I should've held you back.

Don't you dare demand anything from me.
Don't you dare ask me to write about you.
Who the hell said I care?
Who the hell said I write about insignificant nobody's like you?
Do you have an answer?
No.
Because your lips slimed their way to mine.
And your hands wandered without prior permission.
So don't you dare moan at me and whisper in my ear.
Telling me to write that experience down.
Because I don't want it.
I don't want you.
And I don't want your schoolboy hands anywhere near me.

What if your soulmate was living on the other side of the world?
Singing songs in little venues
About girls nobody else knows.

What if your soulmate was sitting in a coffee shop 30,000 miles away?
Writing words into that old journal
About guys she's too shy to talk to.

What if your soulmate walked right by you, in a sea of people on a busy street?
Running for a bus to take to his mothers
Eyes never meeting.

But what if your soulmate met you.
And talked with you.
For seemingly endless hours.
But only for two days.

What if your soulmate had to stay in her boring town life.
What if your soulmate had yet another flight to catch.

What then?
What if soulmates exist?

I don't want us to have any what if's?

So stand a little closer to me.
And kiss me how you would if you knew this was the beginning of forever.

Falling is terrifying.
I know that.
I've been there,
So many times.
Or at least,
I thought I had.

Turns out I was close,
But still wrong.
This time though,
Something's different.
The feeling's real.
I can feel my heart and my mind,
Attacking each other.
Battling it out.
And somewhere in between,
They've lost the balance.

I've fallen head over heels for you.
And I know it's not right in my heart,
Or my mind.
But it is what it is.
And suddenly,
I'm not too terrified anymore.
Because I know that no matter what I do,
I cannot stop myself.
From falling.
Head over heels.
In love.
With you.

She felt his words enter her soul
As he traced every inch of her skin.
'beautiful' he whispered delicately.
She drifted in and out of realities and daydreams,
Consciousness and unconsciousness.
He stayed gazing at her pure beauty.
Her body was made for his eyes.
Her lips were made for his lips.
A perfect fit.
They lay there for the day.
Talking.
Laughing.
Crying.
They learned each others secrets.
They opened up their pasts.
They planned a future together.
And after all this they fell asleep.

She woke in the morning with a sickening feeling in her gut.
He was gone.
She was too terrified to roll over.
To see the indent of him on those sheets.
She feared that she'd suffocate on the oxygen he'd used up the night before.

She reached one arm cautiously over to the other side of the bed.
Felt his wonderful skin
Laying next to her.
She let out a sigh of relief.
He meant it.
He did.
He meant every word.

He woke with a sleepy gaze.
'beautiful'
He whispered as he kissed her forehead.
Inhaled her scent.
And for the first time in a long time.
This broken hearted train wreck really did feel....
Beautiful.

You're my one way ticket out of this lonely town.
You know what the best things about one way tickets are?
They're unpredictable
And right now that's exactly what I need.

Shes caught up in a land of inbetween.
Every step she takes makes her more afraid to fall.
Yet every step she takes makes her wander further to the edge.
Is it insanity?
Has she been living in the wrong realities?
It's just love darling.
And no matter what you're going to fall.
Now don't listen to price charming when he says he'll rescue you.
Because we all know how that one goes.
This is real life girl.
You're inbetween the fairytales and the horror stories.
This is you..
Seeing just how far you can go
Without gravity stepping in.

I think they're all coming to terms with the fact that I'm not a kid anymore.
I can make my own choices.
I can choose who I do and don't spend my time with.
And nobody can stop me.

I think they realise that I'm not gonna stick around for much longer.
I think they can feel it in the air around me.
Because this town just doesn't fit right anymore.

He feels the exact same way.
Only he's been feeling it from the 29th of June, rather than the 27th.
Holy ****.
He's renting a private room so we can spend days doing whatever we like.
This love doesn't appeal to parents,
And this love doesn't appeal to many..
But this love is real.
And I don't care what anyone else has to say.

Does love really exist?
Or is it just a silly word used to communicate with someone that your body wants their body. And their body wants your body.
Is love actually a feeling?
People say they're in love
But then in a few seconds of madness they roll over and fall asleep.
Letting out that satisfied sigh.
Tonight I'm thinking love is only a fragment of our imagination.
Created to make us feel less like objects.
But that's all we are.
Objects.

For some reason I think we could work.
I think this feeling between us is strong enough to go the distance.
And maybe I'm relying too much on my over compassionate soul..
But you seem to be pretty **** interested too..

You're looking to impress me
For when you come back in September.
But honestly,
An uncomfortable hostel bed and you would be perfect.
I've no idea what to do, so I'll let you lead..
All I know is you don't need much.
All I need is you.

Waking up to your beautiful face in the form of a virtual message gives me a thrill.
But waking up to your beautiful face right beside me, eyes closed, murmuring sleepy whispers...
That's paradise.

You spent last night in Amsterdam.
You said it was insane.
Gosh I wish I was with you.
You gave me the option to jump in your suitcase in September.
I think I just might.
After I see how we fit together.
Maybe.
Oh I'm so confused.
These feelings are made for movie screens.
Not my little life!

I know.
And I'm so sorry.
But I can be your friend.

Ive seen your bandaged soul.
Your past lovers didn't do a very good job.
I've seen your tired eyes.
There's always a new goodbye.
Darling I can try fix the cracks in your heart, in your soul.
I want to bring you back, where no lover was ever told.
How much of a bad job they did.
How many times they ******* up.
Cause babe,
I haven't seen everything.
And you've seen too much.
So let's just talk.
With our minds,
With our bodies,
With our hearts,
And with our souls.

I don't want it to just be a drink or two.
I want to spend the day walking with you.
I want to spend the day talking with you.
I want to kiss you in broad daylight.
And then I want to go for a drink with you.
And I want to keep talking.
I want these eight days to be the beginning.
After day turns to night I want to go home with you.
And I want to see how uncomfortable that ****** couch really is.
I bet we could make it something beautiful.
I know you could.
I want to listen to you spill your heart out at 4am.
And I want to learn some sort of nice thing on guitar.
And I want you to kiss me until we're not separate people anymore.
I just want to be with you babe..
And I kind of hope you have the same thing in mind too..

Erenn  2 days ago


She always wondered what would it be like
To have that kind of love you see in the movies
Those moments where the guy stood in the rain
Singing in a coffee shop and the spotlight's on her
Screaming 'I LOVE YOU' at the top of the Eiffel Tower
Just someone who's willing to go the distance
Means the world to her

She didn't realized 'Fate' was already near

On a Saturday 27th of June is where everything changed
She's on the streets of Dublin with her friends
Listening to their favorite band playing
Their eyes met as he was packing his stuff
Her friends saw this & planned ahead
She was diffident at first, reluctant to progress
He made the first move & the magic begins
They were both drowned in conversations
Eyes locked on each other
Hoping this natter never ends

They met again on a Sunday to watch him play
But this time little sister is there to speculate
It was hard making moves
Both eager to land a kiss
Both didn't want to leave

He had to leave the next day
Back to Australia where his dreams underway
He made a promise to meet her again
But fate has its twist and they had to wait
She had to go to Portugal on a holiday
Where he's back in Dublin again to play

He's willing to go the distance for her
He'll be back in September
To fulfill that promise
Endeared in notions of affection
Waiting for that fateful day
Two days was all it take
For a love like this

Lasy nights dream was about you.
The third one I've had I think..
I remember two lines completely.
'oh my, I don't know if I want ***, cheese, or to watch endless episodes of friends...'
And my reply.
'sounds like a plan. Let's go..'
Gosh, I do like him a lot.....
We properly talked last night for the first time in awhile...
And I've just realised I can't fight these feelings at all.
I'm lost in you.

I don't know if you've got brothers and sisters.
I don't know what the j stands for in your middle initial.
I don't know how you like your tea.
I don't even know if you like tea.

But I do know that you like the summer.
And you left your job and bought a beautiful guitar.
And I know you started playing guitar at 4.
And now you're 24.
Traveling the world.
I know you have a bad habit of biting your nails.
And you lose track of how much wine you drink when you're playing.
I know you understand why I can't talk when other people are around.
And I know why you didn't kiss me that day.
And I know you're really bad at remembering your flight times.
And you hate living on your phone,
You wanna see the world with your own eyes. Not an instagram picture.

I know so little.
I've no idea what your favourite colour is.
I've no idea where you grew up.
I know you had your first heartbreak at 16. Same as me.

I just want to know why you've got those smile lines.
I want to know every crease in your face when you cry, smile, are confused.
I want to learn you off by heart.

I'm not sure if I want you to ******* or **** me......

When there's a big kiss at the end of the movie
I find myself trying to hide that really huge smile.
I can only imagine us on that very first day
When the guy and girl meet in some really set up, non reality, fairy tale kind of way.
Because lets face it.
Not many people get their happy ending
Or perfect beginning.
But most people experience the ****** up crap in between.

I can't listen to my radio anymore because every song they play
Reminds me of something about you.
Your eyes, lips, chest, pants, personality.
The way you lose track of how many glasses of wine you have when you play guitar.
And the way your eyes get lost deep inside of you when you tell a story.
Like you're re living everything about that moment.

And I guess I'm doing that now.
Losing myself in the flashbacks of you.
Losing myself in daydreams about you.

I never used to believe it.
Pennys that bring good luck.
Black cats that make you weep.
Something about mirrors.

But now.

Now I understand it.
Because dreams, and wishes, and all the other *******.
It's real.
And crazy thing is..
I've experienced it.

Maybe it was a completely backwards way.
And maybe whoevers in charge of all that crap got confused.
But I found you.
And you weren't exactly who I had in mind.
But you seem to be better than what I thought I deserved.

So now I make 11.11 wishes.
And I pick up those ***** coins and count to 3 and make a wish.
And I don't try smash mirrors anymore.
You've shown me love is real.
That movie. Heartfelt. Real love.

Goodbye keeps hurting.
Especially when it comes from your lips.
My whole body aches at the memory of that last goodbye.
But one thing makes it okay.
I know it's not the last goodbye.
I know that for a fact.

I want to melt into you.
I want our souls to touch.
Your eyes, when they smile..
It's a childlike quality I've never seen before.
My heart flutters violently in my chest
When I imagine us breathing in
Each others breaths.
We could say a million words,
But not one would match this feeling between us.
So let's go,
Let's be crazy,
But first..
Let me breathe my last breath through you...

I cannot stop writing about you. Every little thing I can remember, I've written it down.
I've written you down.
A permanent stain on these sheets.

Im sorry I don't make sense all the time.
Sometimes I get lost in flashbacks or daydreams.
I kind of prefer being anywhere but in my own mind.
Sorry if that makes me hard to understand.
People aren't used to my unusually honest rambles.

Being important to other people isn't one of my strong points.

I can't name or count how many guys I've looked at approvingly thinking 'I'd love to **** him' or whatever people say when they give that approving eye glance and nod thing. Of course I do it. All the time. I'm eighteen for gods sake. I can look!

However,

I can count all the guys I've genuinely fancied on both hands.

I can count the guys I've really liked on one hand.

I can count the guys I've kissed on *******.

I can count the guys I've actually called my boyfriend on one finger.

But that is not the man I love.

None of them are.

Because he's not a statistic.

He's a part of my soul.

Hes literally paying for a flight to be with me for 8 days.
What the ****?
He's coming back just to be with me.
This is crazy.
I love him.
Oh my god.
And for once someone feels the same about me.

You're coming back.
For eight days.
In September.
I don't know where I'll be then.
Obviously with you.
But I don't know if I'll be at school.
Or have a job.
Or just trying to find ways to fill the days.
All I know is you're coming back.
And you're staying in a ****** apartment.
And I'm going to be with you.
And I kind of want to take you to Dublin zoo..
Just for some fun.
But I guess we'll see where it goes.
Youre gonna busk on grafton street.
Then we can have the day.
In stephens green park.
Along the river Liffey.
Wherever.

One thing I'm sure about is that they all disapprove.
I know you two days they say.
That's not long enough.
He could be a serial killer.
A kidnapper.
Love.
They say.
You're a child.
You know nothing of love.
Crazy girl.

But I know for a fact that I love you.
And I know for a fact that fate has something planned for us.
I can feel it.

I keep feeling too much.
My heart aches at the tremors of your steps as I imagine you leaving.
My mind keeps replaying nights when we were happy.
And I don't know if I can give that to you anymore.
I'm terrified of feeling that god awful rip in my heart again.
Cause you bandaged the peices up and I know how easy it is to walk away.
They've all shown me that.
But I don't understand..
Why does everyone seem to have less feelings?
Why does everyone seem to have the power to walk away.
When I can't even breathe.

Have you ever had that stomach churning, hurricane kind of love?
The kind that makes you stand on your bed at 3am shaking your hair and your head and wiping your face with excitement filled hands.
Have you ever loved someone so much that they begin to slowly invade your thoughts and all the bits in between?
I've had that kind of love only once.
And it's the best kind of love.

Airports are intriguing lately.
They're your refuge.
They wake when ordinary people are in a sleepy bliss.
They hold secrets.
And runaways.
And hidden doors to the unknown.
Tender kisses.
Solemn cries.
Broken hearted lovers
No chance to say goodbye.

These airports feel things only poets seem to write down.
Emotion fills the halls.
As passengers avoid the fall..

This airport seems so lonely.
Take me with you.
Let us fly.

I never really put much thought into love.
I figured it was something imaginary.
Parents say I love you.
But then they scream at each other behind slammed doors.
Boys tell you they love you to get in your pants.
Girls seem to love everything whether it's fluffy, pretty or just **** attractive.

I've never been one to believe in it all.
It never made much sense.
Always a meaningless word.
Signifying as little as four simple letters.

But then I met you.
And it may have been a sunny day.
And everyone may have been in high spirits.
But we walked.
And we talked.
And I think I felt our souls bounce off each other.
Like they were old friends reconnecting.
Catching up.
Yet you were totally new.

And two days.
Two days is all it took for my soul to understand that it found its long lost friend.
But then we were separated again.
And our souls are struggling to stay in touch.

But I feel deep down that you're not gonna be gone long.
We'll see each other again.
And we'll be Soulmates.
And I know for a fact I will run anywhere with you.

Because the feeling I get when I'm with you.
It's as if those four empty letters are full at last.
And they're full to capacity.
I know it's not lust.
I feel it in my soul.
This is love.

We've both got tired eyes
But you've seen the world in all shades of black and white
While I stay in this town
Counting days till you're back around

Oh the airport rooms are lonely now
The dimming street lights seem burned out
And letters for you are stacked up high
Writing comes too easy at night

Cause I know that you'll come back
Your tired soul will find mine once again
And darlin we can be happy together
Cause I know with you I'd run wherever

It's breaking my heart watching us sink
And staying in touch is harder than we think
.....?

But lonely lives keep finding each other
And I boarded my flight while you got another 
And I'm breaking apart
To know that you're away
And it's crushing me up
Cause you couldn't stay..