Sunday, 5 March 2017
Wednesday, 28 January 2015
Wednesday, 14 January 2015
Saturday, 20 September 2014
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
You didn't keep your word.
You didn't check in with me.
I didn't think you would.
You probably thought it would do more harm than good.
But what you don't understand is,
It was never about picking up where we left off or changing your mind.
It was something to show that those three months didn't amount to nothing.
Tuesday, 24 June 2014
I want to make Dirty filthy love with you.
I want to do things to make you blush.
I want to make you laugh until you turn blue.
I want to wrestle with you and lick your neck.
I want to sit down next to you and slip my arm around your middle and rest my head in the crook of your armpit.
I want to make you jump with my crazy psycho face behind a magazine.
I want to squeeze your hand in secret so you know I am there.
I want to shout "HONEYPIE! I'M HOME!" when I come in the door.
I want to throw my arms around your neck when you bend down to kiss me.
I want to make things with you
I want to go on walks with you, show you things.
I want to smile at you when you are busy.
I want to look up and see you smiling at me.
I want to dream next to you.
I want to teach you things.
I want to have secrets with you.
I want you on my side, by my side.
Friday, 20 June 2014
Saturday, 10 May 2014
You would have been the one,
The right one,
If I wanted to continue to punish myself,
If I wanted to continue hiding away from my true nature,
You would have been the perfect fit.
But you're not.
It is freeing to admit that.
I don't have to hide anymore
Sunday, 4 May 2014
Saturday, 26 April 2014
Thursday, 10 April 2014
Thursday, 13 March 2014
I feel very emotional.
There is no one around to hear me cry.
Maybe that's a good thing.
I'm very tired.
I reached the point where I didn't want to do this anymore,
Didn't want to be here.
But outside, under the light of the moon, I realised it's all good.
Despite this sadness,
Despite this pain,
I am happy.
Wednesday, 5 February 2014
Thursday, 23 January 2014
Thursday, 12 December 2013
Who I am now, who I was then,
We are the same, yet separate.
I can go back now.
Go back and comfort that quivering woman child so full of despair.
Go back and hold her in my arms,
Whisper in her ear that it is ok, everything is ok and you will be happy again,
Because I am here.
Wednesday, 3 July 2013
I don't know why.
I am silently daring you to text me, call me or turn up at my house.
I'll even double dare you, because I know it won't happen.
Out of the two of us,
I was always the brave one.
Tuesday, 25 June 2013
Friday, 31 May 2013
That feeling of appreciation,
Being loved with joy and whimsy.
A memory that might be make believe.
It will be different because I am different,
Coming from a hard place, a strong place.
I haven't learned how to love independently yet,
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
Saturday, 16 March 2013
Not with the sappy, romantic dreams, but with the wide awake, wide eyed smile, the impish lust for adventure.
There is plenty of time to laze around under tress swirling your chest hair with my fingertips.
I want to grab your hand and tear off into the forest and get your new shoes muddy.
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
Younger, with a porkpie hat and drainpipe jeans.
You said you weren't ready for anything serious while you were crossing the road.
Foreheads pressed together,
Eyes blurred, but I could see crystal clear.
The connection points met and it felt complete.
I am here and yet the ghosts of the past keep crowding my mind.
People I have known, half known, don't know anymore.
If life is balance then they think about me too.
I just wish they would do it quietly and leave me be.
I have this half eaten feeling.
I am all dunked out.
You drained me.
I want to step on the red dot and keep it still.
I want to turn around and say just fuck off.
I'm hungry but you don't fill me up.
Friday, 21 December 2012
The slightest brush of my lip against yours, comforting.
I can smell you.
My cheek against you like a cat.
It's like talking.
Lips moving without making a sound.
My hand strokes your chest unconsciously.
It's not about passion.
Nor is it about sex.
It's the essence of you,
Appreciating the art of you.
You are a treat xx
Monday, 24 September 2012
Sunday, 16 September 2012
I can't remember your face,
Just the feel of your skin and your breath catching in your throat,
The passion catching fire after smouldering for so long.
It was never far away,
And now my heart beats faster,
Nothing gained but a lingering heat, an itch,
My insides running to catch up.
In my head things seem slow, unreal and unorganised.
I can't make sense of it all.
I don't know if I am meant to.
Sunday, 2 September 2012
I can't help but miss you
It's the little things that no one else seems to do
They're gone and I miss them
I'm not afraid to say it
I miss giggling
I miss feeling cared for
I miss caring for
I miss holding hands and stroking fingers
I miss stoking that fire, rattling that cage and setting it free.
I can't help it
Thursday, 9 August 2012
Sunday, 29 July 2012
Monday, 11 June 2012
Sunday, 11 March 2012
"You make me want to be a better person.
I want to be pure when I look at you.
I want to be pure and full of light.
A creative being with love in my soul and joy in my eyes.
I look at you and want to breathe as deep as I can.
Your cool white light fanning the flames in my belly.
You are my future.
You are my hope.
It is and always will be a pleasure to gaze upon you and feel your energy."
The Moon replied,
"You are welcome.
We are part of each other.
It is your light that makes me shine. It is the light of the Universe within us all.
It is a pleasure to watch over you.
With me you are always safe, always loved and always within reach.
Make your life the way you want it to be.
Honour me and yourself, always and forever I will be here loving you and your work."
Kinship, respect, honour and love. Don't starve yourself of these.
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Sunday, 18 December 2011
Is now edged in icy cold, fading.
And your lips, your sweet firm lips, smooth and responsive,
The ghost of your hands stroking my neck, around my body.
Your legs wrapped around mine.
Tight closeness cocooned and hot.
All that is bundled together as a warm contented parcel inside me,
The heat rising up, proving the memories in my mind....
Friday, 18 November 2011
Or I feel it.
I feel it and need it
But I don't know where to flow.
It's hard to tell.
Friday, 21 October 2011
Keeping me together, not letting me float away,
Keeping yourself inside.
And you held me tight as the thunder ripped through the sky
And a cry ripped through my chest.
You held me while my pain rumbled away.
And you let me go when I wanted to run,
When the horse had to be let loose.
You let me go knowing I wouldn't be held,
Knowing I would come back.