Monday, 18 June 2012

Your song

We're miles away.

But, that doesn't stop me from thinking about you.. Or thinking about how this is going to end.
Or, if it isn't. That ray of hope still lives, I guess?

I don't know if any of this would change if we didn't feel like unfinished. It's just.. the feeling of not being over lingers on.

I don't even know when I'm going to see you next. Or what I'm going to tell you.

Maybe, I'll tell you how beautiful your eyes are. And, how I really wish we walked more. And, got lost.

Maybe I'd tell you how, when you held my hands, my heart actually did a little sky diving.
And, how momos will always remind me of you.

I'd tell you how you make me want to tell you stories. And, listen to lots of yours.

And, how it takes all I have to not tell you that I want you.

Maybe I should have hugged you for longer than I did. And, gotten you drunk.

Maybe I should tell you, how when we were together that day, I could see no one, except you.

Maybe you should have held me more.
Maybe I should stop looking for you wherever I go.

But, maybe all of this won't matter.

Because eventually you're just going to be a memory I'll try hard to not remember.

Wednesday, 2 May 2012


Teenage first timers.
One shady bar. Little after midnight.
Sneaking in hushed voices.

Dim music and loud lights hitting the eyes.
With excitement in the air, noisily they sit.
Glasses of alcohol arrive.
Hesitation undermined by curiosity they drink.

And, as it hits them,

all they are left with is..

burning throats
fake smiles of approval.

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