A pocket of my heart,
...it holds a special charm.

Token, an image, the gift,
...of you on my arm.

I don’t think about you anymore
at least I thought I didn’t
until I was holding his hand
and my finger stroked his thumb
feeling  around for the mole you have
then I realised that his hands aren’t yours.

I miss that mole.

- Leah

be patient with me
things take time

i take time

be slow, don't rush it
it will take time for my body to feel loved again

don't ignore the bruises and scars people have left behind
don't lose hope if i shy away
don't worry if i flinch

it takes time to get over the past
be there for me
that's all i ask

- Leah

I do not write for you
I write about you..
Well not about you, about you
but about what you would be
had I wanted to add
a new character
to my fiction

Must be nice

to pick and choose
when Im worthy enough

to be a part of your life


Too bad
Im not an option

study the palms.
it is important to
know the branches that
the stems of their
heritage root from.

kiss the cheek.
begin to send them
like postcards.
they will look back
and read the messages
hidden in the inside
jokes and in-between
the lines.

analyse the eyes.
you can always tell
if they’re to be trusted
with keeping secrets,
memories
or promises.

tend to their wounds.
for outside there are
salted oceans
that will submerge them,
and they will sting,
and sometimes they will
say things they
didn’t mean.

dance with them.
for there is nothing
more securing than
knowing that,
despite the separate
paces of life,
there is a time signature
that will keep you
marching to the same beat.