A Beautiful Thing

When you find someone who loves you for who you really are, its a beautiful thing. To hear the words spoken. To unlock the door to all the faces you hide. To feel a soft touch upon all of your imperfections. To feel soft lips upon all of your 'don't touch' places. To feel their … Continue reading A Beautiful Thing →

In My Space

Stood against the brick pile in my back garden away from my Grandad's eyes, smoking his cigarette and drinking coffee from my mug, his hair was a perfect fuzzy mess and his eyes glanced upon the floor more often than they did up on me as he listened to me excitedly rabble on about total … Continue reading In My Space →

Just Another Daisy

I could smell it, I could smell it in the air all week. This was gonna be the end. You see, I've played this game far too long to not recognise the changes, the distant eyes, the hold that ends sooner and sooner and even the kiss on the back of my neck that morning … Continue reading Just Another Daisy →

can i say something?.

go on?... to say anything to avoid that I'm a mess that im tearing apart at the seams to avoid that we broke and that I can't cope to avoid the pain in me that I'm drunk again to avoid that I'm still smoking that i can't deal with this feeling to say that we … Continue reading can i say something?. →

Bedroom Eyes

His bedroom eyes were a brown-green disguise that hid the lies and all the fears of his life. I fell into them with great surprise and for a second i could rise without falling. Free falling through time. Falling. We fell. His bedroom eyes were a perfect guise and they cried. Oh how they cried … Continue reading Bedroom Eyes →

A Little Broken

Some days I wake up and I feel nothing. I want nothing. I am nothing. Some days you will hold me and Experience nothing. Touch nothing. Caress nothing. Some days I'm still a little broken. My heart isn't always open, but it will always reopen for you. You see... Some days I see nothing but … Continue reading A Little Broken →

Kiss With A Fist

Lana Del Ray sings 'you hit me and it felt like a kiss' So why, when his fist hit my gut did it not feel beautiful? Florence and the Machine talk about a kiss with a fist being better than none... So why, when his hand connected with my face did it not feel like … Continue reading Kiss With A Fist →

Lockdown

Hey! I hope everyone is doing well? Wow, what a crazy time to be alive! Lockdown in the UK is almost at the end after 3 months of staying in our homes, avoiding others and restricted access to all we are accustomed to! I don't know about you lot but I started lockdown with ease … Continue reading Lockdown →

Worth Saving

You told me I was special, so why did you keep walking away? Leaving me to wait around as if you were coming back to save me. You told me I was one of a kind and I told you that I can't wait in this line. Can't keep defending your lies and your crimes. … Continue reading Worth Saving →

TIME

Time is a valuable thing. We abuse it and ignore it, try to beat it and slow it, speed it up and drop it and never can stop it. Maybe if we learn we can use it for good, protect it and use it for all that it's worth like a teacher in school like … Continue reading TIME →