Time

To you, I write this because I can articulate with my hands better than the occasional eloquence that springs from these lips of mine. Alas, I shall get straight to what I want to say. You. You entered my life unexpectedly, into my (unbeknown to me) open doors. That spark, that chemistry, that depth felt [...]

Obsession

"The person who wrote this Permitted me to post it But only on the premise That I keep the name anonymous" Letter To A Lover I’m writing this knowing that you probably won’t read it, and even if you did, you sure as hell won’t bring it up, so win-win for me. I get it [...]

The End Is Only The Beginning

You left in haste Without a trace Which probably explains why It's taken a while To learn to love again To learn to be a friend To learn to value you To learn to embrace the new You were wonderful, Skye, yes you were For the longest time you were my only world The only [...]

Lost Love

Perhaps one day we'll meet again In the sky or in the sea.  And though it was water that washed us away T'was the winds that blew you to me...    I love you, but I couldn't save you. Only you can save yourself, darling, and what breaks my heart... is that you don't even [...]

The Arguments We Forgot to Have

(Creative writing: 2016) "If you're sick of everyone falling for you, stop being so bloody perfect then," she'd screamed at me, a sheer projection of inadequacy. *      *     *     *    * I know that feeling, I was young once, and I remember that insecurity. I also remember the effort it took to outgrow those feelings [...]

Love. More of It.

Love... If chasing sunshine has taught me one thing, it's that opening your curtains means you can just let it come. (Generally, open curtains means a tidy room first...) *     *    *    *    * My experience of love is one that can be expressed on so many different levels. There is the love of the [...]

Him

"You could have anything you want, you just need to take the first step out of the front door," he had said to me, a long time ago. I never understood what this meant, but there he watched, from a distance. Waiting. He was waiting for me, and he didn't even know it. His process [...]