on ur period like
its 2014 stop caring what boys want you to look like start paying more attention in school make some genuine friends and dont give a damn what anyone has to say about you
At the new house, got the first double bed I’ve ever had in my life and ahhhhh
My poetry, like myself, has always been heartbreakingly
sad. A cautious, oversized child playing pretend. But
there is something about the way that you fit against
me that leaves me breathless.
You once grinned whilst I had a cigarette after sex,
and you called it a cliche. Maybe the cliche is
how you make my gaze hesitate and my guard dissipate.
My fingers yearn to dance on your spine as I wake up
wanting to kiss you in the morning sun.
The neon lights of London city brighten my life more
with you in it. Please excuse how I sometimes flinch
away from your touch, or how my eyes seem far away.
It’s just hard to believe that you are real and old habits
don’t die young.
People have fallen in love with my lying smile and
have been denied entry to my heart. With you,
I found myself laying in bed and scrolling through
my music looking for love songs that don’t exist.
This may not be love yet, but there is so much
promise in the way you look at me.