You’re like a version of my favourite person
Warped with colours of the boring mainstream
You drink your oat milk vanilla latte
And punish me with exhaustive details of your youth
My lips curl into a smile on purpose
Only because it will your eyes glow

You reapply some sort of makeup
Only to pretend the bill isn’t due
I gladly oblige with my battered wallet
It’s been four years - you don’t need to be awkward

But that was then
Emotions ripe
Our weary eyes saw warning signs
Each in their own corner
Predicting each others crime  

When light hits the pane
Are you thinking of my name
When you’re dancing in a crowd
Do you wish I was around
When the high hits hard
Do you miss what we had

Would you turn back time
Only to end up here
Just to do it again

that touch that burns and warms like wax
that pull and push that leaves a question mark
the smile you love but cannot read
the woman seemingly fragile, whom you cannot lead
the self-fulfilling prophecy of loss
a comfortable distance that you choose,
Is your familiar routine;
To me - a spark, my irresistible in-between

Addicted to the fear
Before you gained a speck of understanding her
you wish she'd disappear
a lot too soon but not enough
to see beyond each others mud

a heavy heart, two hundred miles
i hope you find somebody closer with my eyes

Strobe lights
Whisky highs
Your shoulders,
Eyes
My weakness cries
For you
White shirt,
Wheels screech
Let go
I wish I could

When it rains, the sky blue-black
When scars re-open
When eyes are wet
You are a friend
You are the secret garden
I have not discovered in full summer
I wish rain to fall on your soil only to make you grow
I hope clouds only exist to shade you from scorching suns
And when we bleed may we share the hurt
And when we laugh
I know we are women
Girls, sisters,
And are enough.

The coldest night air
Seems no different than the
Space around the stars.

it moves
like the moon: full to crescent to nothing at all;
existing all the same until the next phase

it burns
like a knife; eventually less, as the knife gets blunter,
the desire gets weaker

The lights inside your mind
Flashing from the inside
The mirror smiles back
So sad the lengths you have to go to
To escape you to find you

The night does not exist
Heart beats to the melody
Seeking something it can’t accept
Nothingness is the greatest escape