I still feel your presence
It lingers all over me,
The warmth of your body
Is now a part of me.

I can’t think of anything more sweet
Than the moments when our lips would meet,
I remember that night…
You held me as your own while standing in the rain
You pressed your lips to mine and took away the pain.

Your heat spread to me and warmed me in the cold
At that moment, I surrendered and was yours to hold.
Deep in my heart, I always knew
But never wanted to admit,
that I was in love with you.

I felt we drifted away together in a storm,
But now we’re torn.
Even though you’re gone
Your heat lives on.

I reminisce to that night
When I get too lonely,
And wish every time
To live in that moment only.

The heat we had will always remain
In my heart, you left that stain,
It’ll never be removed
And It’ll never fade in the rain.
Now I stand alone,
hoping you’d come join me again.

It was nice meeting you.

I bet you didn’t know you’re the first guy I ever tried to hit on. I bet you didn’t know I prepped for this conversation for a week. I bet you didn’t know how deep my heart sunk when I saw you go upstairs with another girl.

Thank you for being the first guy who’s ever flirted with me. Thank you for the pink gin. Thank you for the hand you placed on my back when you hugged me goodbye.

It was nice talking to you.

I know you falling on me was a move, even though you said it wasn’t. I know sitting and listening to the story of how I met J was a move. I know you like L. I know deep down she probably likes you too, I did.

It was nice that you didn’t message me after the party.

But I bet you didn’t know that I would of loved you with my whole heart. That I would of wrote you love letters and made you mixtapes of songs that reminded me of you. Thank you for making me realise that the right guy will come along, but that guy isn’t you. I know I’ll always be that girl at the party who’s name you can’t remember, or face you can’t place but I don’t lie.

It was nice meeting you.

I hope one day we’ll meet again.

— p.d.e

talk not to me
of the reality that media shoot
at me from morn to evening

not of catastrophes or cruelties
humans inflict upon each other
with never-ending venom

speak to me of the delight
a newborn gives its parents

the joy and pride a child feels
mastering its first challenging task

the sudden sparkle in the eye
of refugees when finally they have reached safety

the wordless joy when two have found each other
and for a time need nobody else

speak to me
of all the moments in our daily life
that make us proud to be human