built of tarmac road and
lizard king his song was
the end of summer,
the last summer where
the light had to leave but
somehow he left us fused to
it, intoxicated, blown
forever into our
subconscious minds
where it sunk like the
anchor of a ship.

words in my mind
won't fall off my tongue
wondering what there is to become.
once ago I let myself go,
fast I fell through time
my heart floated and fluttered,
soared and forgot what land was about.
so high in the sky
cuz he was all mine,
once ago I let myself ago.
love and loss
I felt so distraught,
my world crashed down
so far as almost never to be found,
and in an instance I was so distant.
I've grown and changed
rejected and accepted,
regretted then reconnected
with myself.
never wanting to love again
I wouldn't let myself go again,
leaving me terrified to fall that deep
it was as if I had lost my feet,
the ground had never been so steep.
but here you came and I fell
never believing a person like you existed,
I resisted from letting myself go.
but here I AM telling myself not to say no
and instead give it ago,
because we aren't just dumb luck.
I'm sorry if I'm timid
please just bear with me,
I'm trying my best
to give you my everything.

He watched with pleasure,
As I slowly fell in love with him every single day
And pretended to feel the same way,
But he, not even once, thought to tell me,
That we would never happen
And it didn't bother him,
Not even a bit.

creaming soda is a pleasant drink, don’t you think?
the pink aesthetic of it, the sweet taste.
the way it tickles down your throat with each gulp.

it’s like a small exciting adventure every time you drink.
few things feel as good as drinking some creaming soda.
except, being with you.

somehow, for me, it exceeds the limits.
i no longer taste that fleeting sweetness.
it’s an overwhelming flavour that melts me down to my core.

i’ve never been much good at writing.
if you keep your pen in one spot, the ink will pool.
you and i both know that well.

but for you, i keep it moving.
whether or not the outcome is good.
i move my hand and write for you.

being with you feels like a time out of space.
a place that nobody except us can reach.
where we laugh, watch and love.

i bet you weren’t expecting this.
and i understand how you feel.
i just needed to tell you.

writing is a passion of mine.
so telling you like this felt right.
plus, you always said you liked to read what i write.

i would love to take you by the hand.
and dance with you, round and round.
until our heads feel heavy ‘cause we’re dizzy.

i know you don’t feel the same.
and that’s okay.
because as long as i can stay by your side.

i’ll be alright.

let us dance.
hands joined.
in the pink waves of an ocean of love.