When we met,
I was haunted, broken, bruised,
And you fixed me,
Filled the spaces with golden honey,
Healed me until I was strong,
But you did too good a job,
I'm too independent,
Thank you for healing my heart,
But you were my saviour, not my love.

I shouldn't feel this way about you,
I'm with someone else,
And yet I saw you today,
It was a right hook of emotion,
To the side of my heart,
You must have seen how shocked I was,
How the rose hue burned beneath my cheeks,
And now I wait for your texts,
Rather than his.

Make me yours,
Let your tongue trail swirling signatures over me,
Carve your initials into the bone of my hip,
Burn each kiss onto my skin,
Touch me; leave traces of your fingerprints,
Hold me close until our heartbeats synchronise,
Tell me you love me and only me,
I'm yours.

The twisted serpents of darkness inside your mind

Blood clots the size of small tangerines

Shot through by a solar glow

Water in your veins instead of blood

The snap of bone like dry twigs in Autumn

The scar across your petal-soft face

Eyelid framed with gold, aquamarine, maroon

Still loving.

You talk of her long blonde hair,
Those gorgeous curls that you let run through your fingers,
You talk of her soft topaz eyes,
Those windows to the soul you let pierce your heart,
You talk of her long slim legs,
Wrapped around you, caging you in,
You talk of the shivers she sends down your spine,
The way her lipsticks the colour of red wine
The way she's mine, all mine

Except all the other guys in our year think that too.

Have a good weekend
You said.
It's such a normal thing to say.

Who knew,
Who could have guessed
You'd be gone the very next day?

I didn't know you personally,
But I went home and cried,
It's such a crime for one so young,
To have been hit and to have died.

I hope you know they loved you,
And their hearts are filled with sorrow,
Tiny crystals on their eyelashes,
You won't be there tomorrow.