I never quite noticed
there are
so many people
who aren't you

The shattering made everyone stop
talking and look around at
what was happening and I
just stood there with what's
called a sheepish grin kind of
embarrassed at my misfortune

and people rolled their eyes and
picked up their lives and whispered
to each other that it was only
a matter of time seeing as I was
holding onto it so clumsily

But actually it was you who
with the sweetest of smiles and
the most sympathetic of nods
took it from my trembling hands
and let it tumble down.

Eleven digits
but not the green button
You are probably
But if I don't
I'll just
Come on
Triple check
You actually
So I'm, um, in the area
You will?

You were 36 hours of amazing.

I was Vincent.  Victor.
Or something.

(I wrote this last winter, I think.)


My bedroom may not be
the most fantastic you’ve ever seen.
There are clothes strewn about,
the linen is crumpled;
Instruments laying around,
Christmas lights on the wall
and a clock that changes colours.
Bedside table
piled with books I’ve yet to read
and 3D glasses
from the 7:30 pm showing of
The 50th Anniversary Doctor Who special.
Griffyndor banner
Zombie Survival poster
pentacle drawing
guitar poster
All Time Low poster,
pictures
album covers
drawings
on the walls.
Simple… but this
is mine.
It’s where I’ve laughed with her,
cried with her,
Gotten annoyed as ****
with her.
Where we snuck out
at 2 in the morning,
to walk up and down the sidewalk
to dance in the street
and sing Nickelback as loud
as we could.
It’s where the nights
that kept me alive
went down, and stayed down,
in more ways
than one
that summer.
It’s where we had our first kiss
and where we had our last.
I feel like my waves
extinguished your flame
that once burned anyone
who tried to ***** it.
And for that, I’m sorry.

So burn bright,
honeybabe,
and show them
what you’re made of.
Burn brighter than me.
And remember.
If you ever need
a place to go…
This bedroom is simple,
but it’s ours.