My whole life, I've been told I'm 'too.' Too quiet, too sensitive, too negative, Too much. Take things 'too personally', give too much, too soon For years, I saw this maximum, this superlative, this giving my all as... a flaw. That I should seek limits, seek hindrance, in this world that speaks opposite, breathes … Continue reading to feel, to be felt
And you feel like home, like the smell of Mum’s cooking Or my Dad using too much garlic in his risotto For You linger longer than the rest Your scent sleeps on my scarf marks my skin with an aroma unknown to anyone else but me Your touch like a spark A shock against … Continue reading Aroma Unknown
I finished University in April 2018, and graduated in July. What I was massively unprepared was what was to come with post-university life, and how much I'd be faced with once I'd handed in that final essay and embraced what I initially saw as gold tainted 'freedom.' Although you're technically an adult, as far as … Continue reading What I’ve Learnt Since Finishing University
The tip of your finger, your tongue, your eyelash outlines my silhouette in semi-permanent stain. I knew from the first touch you were, we were only temporary. Only. Not wholly. For the time being. But your mouth imprints my own and for something half-hearted and incomplete, you've made a home out of me.
Your eyes sparkle more than they used to More than I noticed before at least and I'm unsure if the glisten under the light naturally and I was just blind to it. Or if it's my presence that makes your irises iridescent only when I catch your gaze. What a privilege. And when you … Continue reading Undoing
do not treat me like i'm something you can part with when you're fulfilled i want to fill every cup you cultivate until it overflows not be something you can be sick of (throw up) when you've had your fix this hotel i've made isn't prized for its temporary hospitality we build rooms for … Continue reading Do Not
I never knew I could crave someone's touch, like thirst you feel like something I miss but don't yet know How foolish I can picture your touch but you haven't (yet) even traced my mouth and our eyes meet like two fuses across the room and It's obscene but I can feel your mouth on … Continue reading Touch