An ode to an old friend

If you’ve ever cried in a bathroom stall, wished he’d message sooner, danced too hard and loved even harder, stopped to photograph flowers, counted the stars in the sky, curled up in bed and listened to the seconds tick tock by, clung to a book, found romance in tranquility and beauty in heartbreak, thought about […]

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Greenwich

In this great bustling city, there is a haven just South East of the river. A melting pot of culture, of arts, and of enterprise. A place for everyone, young and old. As I sit here by glistening waters, I see many flags, I hear many languages, I smell chow mein and crepes, I feel […]

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9PM

Tick tock, The moon is out, Time to retreat. Ding dong, it’s 9PM, Aunt Sheila’s dead. Time to mourn again until morning

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Good Morning

An illuminated streak, a warm surprise,she turns around and watches as he peels open sleepy eyes.  “Good morning, my king”, she whispers, brushing her lips against his jaw, and he simply gazes at her, lips parted in awe.  “My beautiful queen”, he mutters and brushes platinum strands from her face. She smiles softly, in love; […]

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How is it fair that you got to touch me before I could ever feel like I could touch myself?

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You

fantastical and magical and all-around wonderful and marvellous, fantabulous, and tremendous (I really can’t articulate my love  for you, my dear)

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Anxiety

uneasinesswraps around every musclepulls and squeezes at each tendonembraces each boneand breaks through flesh,too tattered to be porcelain

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