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My fingertips face yours
Magnets in space
Try so hard but never reach
Your eyes sink into me
I wish your hands would
And not let go.

My back to you
Feel your eyes
Your hands
Soft and calming
Deep and prodding
Texturising my skin

Following our paths
Resisting touch
Avoiding touch
Long to embrace
Try to teach myself
To repel.
Niamh Collins Mar 30
your eyes trace my skin
count my freckles
reel me in

my breathing is heavy
the space between us is thin
kiss me already
either way, you win

i've tried to change my mind
practice what i preach
go back in time

when you think of me at night
wrapped up in your thoughts
hunt for me, lover
tell me what you find.
Niamh Collins Nov 2019
brisk october bruises my cheeks
my thoughts are chaotic
my voice is calm

i gave all my oxygen to someone who could breathe
he ate my heart whole
when we drowned ourselves in the darkest parts of each other
Niamh Collins Apr 2019
you haunt me
today tomorrow forever
days go by and i think i'm done
but then it comes back
the thoughts of you
your breath on my neck
your kiss on my cheek
your eyes used to follow me
your memory follows me now
i see glimpses of you around the city
like scattered fragments of a time i'm trying to forget
i'm trying
Niamh Collins Apr 2018
like my pre-made protein shake dictates
seperation is normal

we were a house
it went on fire
we painted and painted
but we could still smell the smoke
Niamh Collins Jun 2017
you are unfazed by anything i do
you say you love me and that my spontaneity is one of the reasons why
because i keep you guessing
you say it's refreshing but you mean it's unpredictable
you say you love me and that i'm endlessly fascinating
you tell me it's because i'm interesting
you say it's intriguing but you mean it's confusing
i have so many precious things to tell you
but you do not care for any of them
you say you love me no matter what i look like
but when you kiss me you look into different eyes
you say you love me

but these are words from a thesaurus
not words from your heart
Niamh Collins Dec 2016
i tried to write about you today
i thought of your lips, your skin, your scent
but i couldn’t find words to describe them
how funny things have changed
wake up one day and realize that your dreams are not random
coincidences are foolish
the universe is rarely so clumsy
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