I never really knew what pain was like until I woke up mid-sleep and had a longing feeling for you, or when I have a dream about you and I wake up to see you're not there. I never really knew what it was like to miss someone until our fingertips stopped finding each other's warmth and our bodies didn't connect or fall together anymore. And I didn't know what it was like to love or be loved, until your eyes searched for mine in a crowded room or our thoughts connected by the way our eyes met.

He said he wanted her forever
Clearly not because they’re no longer together
I said I’d meet him on the other side of the sea
But he found a lighthouse and forgot about me
The bright lights of London he did greet
& simple girls like me can’t compete
With ******* shows and vegan Chinese
Because religious boys are so hard to please
I’m thinking in nursery rhymes
Just to pass the time
I know he never meant to harm her
But if we could just cut the drama
I might understand
Why he won’t hold my hand
Some things are best kept in December
But it doesn’t mean I won’t remember

Missing words
softly surge
through her silence
again
like long
soothing fingers
of whispering
rain
that soak
their way in
through her bare
thirsty skin
until
not a dry moment
remains
.

I found myself drowning in the great old Black River. I was struggling to swim but a huge weight pulled me down into the darkness. I looked around and what I saw, made me scream. The bubbles of the air, that I was saving, were the last thing I saw as I got free from the struggle and let my body float wherever the waves would take me.

I was pulled down by the ugly version of myself.

I don't think it is fair
how I romanticise a poem
about a boy who
broke my heart