Our love is a castle

and

I was your queen.

it's not about what is missing
it's about what you already have

We were lost under
an athenian skyline
and for the first time
in forever
I didn’t want to be found.

let's forget
what hides
beneath our
lies and love
anyway

her life was her art

a messy, enchanted

desert of possibilities

her life was her canvas

undoing the brush as if had seen

everything she dreamt

i remember
nights
staying up
late just
to hear your
voice on the
other end

I saw 'home' as walls,
as lights, as a bed for two.
now i see home as a place inside me
a light,
familiar warm feeling
that never leaves.

I replayed
us like a song
and i never
pressed pause

our love was
temporary
but we were
beautiful

maybe you should love
someone who doesn’t
get sad

Because that’s
what happens
when you
love hard

you fear
just as much
to.

if our love was hot
now we're burning

somehow
every empty
promise
still had
me hoping
you could
change

When I don’t have my journal,
you are the pages that listen to me
when I can’t find the song I need,
you are the perfect chord
to my inner melody.

I deleted every photo
from last year
let’s love with new emotions

You had me
feeling like gold
and I had no gravity

i was so caught up with my purpose
i missed every moment before me

Coated in light, the moon hung
upside down to me today.

you took me to the mountains, to a place that didn't ask anything from you so you could forget that I did.

with the lights that glide down the front of the beach,
we drive and stay up too late
i am still adjusting to
the difference in sea air  and
the confusing
culture change
but this feels real

my words
spill out
and somehow
i am still
writing
about you

when the night
ends I think
about
beginning it
only with you

You fell in love with the colours  

of a new city

yet you forgot

that a rainbow  

lives within me.

we could talk
all night
about the
ever-changing universe
and yet laugh about
nothing all at the same
time

i am a link
between the universe
and my native land

A glimmer of silver cuts across the metal car bonnet, glowing up my face with the wet artificial lights outside. My body taped to the seat, the reflective world outside orbits us as we drive in silence. I want to utter something out maybe to make sense of what is occurring in my reality but I don’t, instead I wait. A hum of sound buzzes from the car machine, filling up the space that isn’t already full with the feeling of anticipation and newness.  

You are a lover of the night
you see what the day is too shy to reveal.

you are a lover of
the night

you see
what the day is
too shy to reveal

he was the
kind of man
who only
saw the truth
of a woman

i have a love i would

travel oceans for.

the ocean was
my deepest
escape
so i swam until
i found you

she is an old soul
not defined by her age
but by her wisdom.

I stand at
the last divided capital in the world and it confuses me how the land I am from is still being owned by greed and discrimination
we sit at the cusp of the border and an elderly man sells us ice cream
I sit in your lap on the metal chairs,
admiring the history that lived before me
this man was watching knowing his life was in an echo of a torn country

complacency

he moved boxes around, cluttered in old ornaments and memory
the other side of us there were  children in a violin lesson
so unaware
of the wall
their parents wait for them in small conversations
an officer in blue parols with eyes that are hungry and glowing like a fox in the strangeness of night, preying,  feral, searching.

i wonder if
you ever think
about the questions
you left unanswered
within me

i am glad
it didn't work
out with your
past lover so
you could be
forever mine

we moved to a poolside
and awoke to blue skies
catching daylight just to see
it disappear

the indoors became a cave
for our hearts, our minds and our
conversations

somewhere i would stay
but couldn't grow.

he was a mirror
for all the inner work
i did

a relationship
can't mask
what you fail
to love within
yourself

she was looking for a love that didn't leave her restless

autumn was slow
and opportunities shook themeselves
over me
i was at a turning point whilst crimson
leaves fell underneath my feet
gathering dust onto my street

i was undoing
just like the citrus fruits that hang in my grandmothers garden, the light was changing and i felt
ripe again.

the power of rituals

harness me and him

into a bind

where time isn't a thing

and we suddenly become natural waves

against the outer chaos.

as my book
slipped into
the river
i realised
it has its own
journey - as do I

forget what
they say
love me like
no one is watching

I spun
your lies
into gold

somewhere
when the day dips into cool blue
dusk
we rest our elbows along your balcony edge and exist only as rooftop observers.
pomegranate seeds grate my teeth as
you pluck them with your hands
Eating them like small treasures You’ve found

I feel as if my thoughts reach higher up here, like they are closer to the sky
you had this effect on me, love appeared again and you were the
reason.

soul prompts come to us

in thoughts and feelings,

we just aren't paying enough attention

our souls
were too
in sync
to be called
a mere
coincidence

what do the stars tell me, I ask

they repeat echoes of your name

across my neck and down my lips

forever in a constant communication

success begins with self fufillment

listen to your sweet surrender

for there in the quiet places

you'll find your soul calling.

tarot has taught

me one thing,

the art of storytelling.