These concrete walls echo with the soft steps on the keys
The glass stares blankly, unresponsive to the provoking winds.
Beyond this black door is a floor plan, vague and suffocating.
The sting of fall on my summer skin- unprepared, choking on the calm before the storm.
The neck of the sweater soothes like a sip of merlot, wrapping its warm body around my heart;
lingering at the lips waiting for its chance to spit out the repression,
encompassing the mouth with a grey smog.
The thoughts burn like a cigarette,
Punishing me with the stale taste of misery,
my eyes water with the salt of this wound.
The branches undress, letting the past slip like a dress to the floor-
and suddenly it is me who feels naked.
A cold hand traces my jaw, tilting my head towards what I knew was coming
I keep my mouth shut,
and I smile

We met once
You didn't ask to buy me a drink
You smiled, but didn't laugh when I told you my name
That sweet, side smirk of yours
I thought you were pretentious,
But when I turned back there you stood
Undefeated, and I knew.

i feel entitled to something that was never mine,
but you made me feel- which is new to me
i don't think it was love, but something of the sort
around you my stomach inverted, my chest did the opposite
palms damp and unsteady, but eyes wide open to let you in
if you could see me now,
you have my heart but you never had me

You're always kind to the waiter,
You don't watch me watch your favourite movie.
Tea over coffee, morning over night.
A Tribe Called Quest sang our first song,
Because you love to kick it.

You kept up conversation with my parents,
Because they ran out of wine.
You hold the small of my back,
And your kisses are subtle.
You are the first person who has made me
Weak in the knees,
Clear in the mind
Heavy in my heart .

You let me love myself,
But not you.