lowering myself onto you
passionate; raw lust
sliding down, cork and corkscrew
your lips, deep ******

silence breaks with a mourning dove
pure pleasure
no longer disguised- undeniable love
supplementary leisure

your tongue dances on me
listening to the music i make
everything you do with sensuality
to heal the heartbreak

then its 3am and im filled with you
resting my head on your chest
the sky is a paler blue
our love; now professed

and now i look at our star
and think about last night, in the backseat of your car.

im sick of writing just for it to cycle back into yesterdays pain

i used to tell myself it was just a case of writers block


im really unsure why I'm still thinking about you


Even after everything you're the person who id want to rest on

i keep seeing people with hair the same colour as yours

and feeling that feeling before a first kiss or

realising you're falling in love

maybe not in love

i've always been indecisive

realising you're falling in lust-maybe?

so being so sure on you is a foreign feeling

slightly lost

ive just entered a labyrinth

i know i can get out

i can run back to safety

but a minotaur never felt so magnetic

its peculiar

  
Yesterday i saw someone with a brow bone as prominent as yours

it felt homely

welcoming


My father told me my next boyfriend should be called your name

i cant help but think that means something


I don't know if i'm over-romanticising you into somebody you're not

and it hurts that i know this wont be mutual

a manageable ache possibly

Maybe i just need this imaginary person i've conjured you into
to comfort me

but id just really like to wake up in your bed sometime


Forgive me for mythering

I keep reading over our messages
Questioning myself
Where did it go wrong
Where did i go wrong
Why am i always too intense
Did that scare you
Was it overwhelming
Was it unattractive
Im sorry if I’m not pretty enough for you
I really tried to be

I hope you’re okay

My uncle met his wife when he was 50, he told her “ i wish i could of met you sooner, so i could of loved you longer”. I felt so grateful i met you so young, before my life even began, i felt a connection with you i never felt with anyone, we were children of fate, everything felt right next to you, everything was okay when i was wrapped in you, my youth was given to you as a gift- no, please take it, i dont want it anyway.

Refusal.

I fell for you the way something breaks, slowly, then all at once, a new form, a new shape.