i am cherry red lipstick i am 6 shots of whiskey and loud words i am soft fairy lights i am the day and the night, simultaneously i am my mothers daughter and then some i am unashamed, bare faced i am artist i am writer i am being
I loved you once I hurt you twice I am so sorry I never said anything nice In my heart I truly know I will always love you as long as the stars still show I can't help it but the way you make me feel is love I hope this week I can deeply show you the real man in me And sorry I ran out of rhyme
As I fall onto the pile of freshly dried clothes, I can feel the freshness seeping into my skin. The comforting warmth flows through me in the dead of winter. More... and more... and more. I never want to get up.
to a lovely boy; i want to tell you that you're lovely. that you're beautiful. oh so beautiful. i want to tell you that you're eyes send me to a whole other world. that you're sweaters look adorable on you. i want to tell you that you're hair is hot when it's wet, and that you're smile slowly kills me everytime. In a good way of course. i want to tell you that you're perfect in my eyes. i want to tell you that i like your face, and your lips, and your eyes, and your fingers, and your cheeks, and just you in general. I want to tell you that, i like how you stay focused on your canvas when you draw, and you look only at your lines. i want to tell you that i like- love it when you hug me. i feel safe. i want to tell you that im falling dangerously in love with you, but i'm scared.
-and we were sat in front of the sea illuminated in moony streetlights watching the silver worm of the swashing waves inky black except for that contact
and across the water distant lights shone, red, yellow, white fast food commercialised with the big yellow M sitting in our laps the night cold, and we two shivering although we both refuse to be warmed by the other's coat
and our song plays and I look to you sat by me on the cold bench you, physical, mass, warm and breathing you existing and the song carries on
our mistakes, they were bound to be made, but I promise you I'll keep you safe
and I do promise because you are there breathing next to me and you exist and that's all I need
poem from a memory of mine, a very treasured one too