i loved him
he loved me
but when there is 700 miles
between two teenage hearts
sometimes love is not
nearly enough.

s.w

I REMEMBER THE *** BRUISES AND I REMEMBER THE WAY YOU’D
NUZZLE MY NECK WHEN YOU WANTED ME TO TOUCH YOU AND I STILL REMEMBER THE WAY YOU’D QUIVER FROM MY TOUCH BUTNOW YOU DONT QUIVER YOU DONT NUZZLE AND YOU DEFINITELY

DONT ******* CARE.

i still remember the bruises left on my hips
from you holding me so tightly as we
made stupid, hopeless love and i
still have the bruises left on my heart          
from our stupid, hopeless love.

S.W

I AM SO ******* ANGRY.
ITS YOUR FAULT I LOST
MY COMPASSION.

AND ITS YOUR FAULT
I SHUT MYSELF OFF
FROM THE WORLD

BUT ITS ALSO

YOUR FAULT THAT I BECOME
THE MOST PASSIONATE PERSON
WHEN I THINK OF YOU AND WHEN

I AM NEAR YOU BUT MY DEAR
THE PROBLEM IS I AM NEAR
YOU TOO LITTLE AND THINK

ABOUT YOU TOO MUCH.

You’re going to meet someone and he’s going to look at you the way you’ve longed to be looked at your whole life, he’s going to be kind and gentle. He might wink at you when you first meet or he might flash a shy smile as he walks away. Either way he will soon become the light of your life. He will make you laugh louder and smile wider. He’s going to stay over at your house and bond with your mum and ask you why your dad isn’t around. He’ll wrap his arms around your torso in the moonlight and whisper little secrets that only you know. He’ll ignite a fire in you that you didn’t even know existed. He’s going to take you on date to the beach when its 10 degrees and give you his jumper that smells of him. He will reassure you every thing will be okay. He’ll tell you he loves you for the first time and you’ll be able to hear your heart in your throat as you tell him you love him. He’ll see your body and kiss every inch of it. He will make love to you, again & again. He might be your first love or your third or fourth. He will be an important part of your life and you’ll want it to last forever.

But, he will also make you as frustrated at 4 in the morning when he is drunk and won’t stop calling you. Even more so when it’s the 3rd time that week. He’ll stat withdrawing from you, telling you he’s busy, with work or school. He’ll decide that its time you took a break because he can’t commit to you anymore. Might even start seeing someone else. Then he’ll call you for the 4th time that week and tell you that he still loves you and think he might always love you. You’ll believe him and go and meet him and kiss him until the sun rises. His calls will get less frequent, his kisses less passionate. It’s no longer making love. it’s just *******. You’ll be stuck wondering what you did wrong. And he’ll be hating himself because his pathological fear of commitment made him **** up the best thing that ever happened to him. He’ll tell you he still wants to be friends and you’ll agree because it’s better than nothing. And you’ll be sat two years later pining over the boy who took your breath away while simultaneously filling you with life.

Lean in,
close...
closer,
feel your heart pitter patter
as their scent washes over you.
Let the warmth of their breath
gently caress your cheek.
Slowly kiss their neck,
the soft spot right above their collar bone.
Linger there,
tasting their smooth skin,
a pleasant mixture
of their soap and
the slightly salty taste of sweat.
Listen to them inhale slightly
at the electric tingle of your lips.
Feel them press their body closer to yours,
one hand tightly gripping your arm
the other winding their fingers
through hair on the back of your head.
Pull back,
gaze into their eyes,
blue and grey,
like a stormy day on the ocean,
or green like the summer leaves,
swaying in the breeze,
or brown like a small milk chocolate,
melting from the heat in your hand.
Inhale...
Exhale...
Hold this moment in your mind,
trap it in your memories forever.
Let it be the thought that you remember,
when you've forgotten everything,
when you've forgotten everyone,
even when you've forgotten your own name.