My body stuck awake, with all his beautiful words painted in my head from yesterday. It's 5 am, and I still don't have a word to say; an old-fashioned romance, we remain all but intimate. The saccharine serenity of his skin against mine, the brush of a kiss we share time to time. It all seems so much sweeter, with time passing beneath us

And,
everyday it feels
just a little
easier to breathe

a load off my chest
an unfamiliar ease.


Your chiselled-to-perfection smile chips away
the cheap, peeling paint
of my tired displays

in the ocean of my eye you are no such castaway
I can do my best to promise you I'll never just walk away


You told me you wanted to fly
(I've always been scared of heights)

But instead of giving me wings,
you taught me how to take flight.