If this was goodbye, I would pin you down and savour you until the sun broke in through the window panes. I would grab you by your wri...
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I know you're waiting for my return. I can hear it in your voice each time you call. The static on the line seems to spell out a cohere...
The night we first met You made a deep incision I have yet to bleed The morning after You snapped me out of slumber I am still asleep The l...
Alone together You and me and me and you Until death decides ***************** Your eyes looked like love But your hands felt like ...
I walked up to his door and rang the bell. He stood there and asked me why I was there, what did I want, and why now? I said I was there to...
Your presence that day turned me into a wild unrestrained unbridled unpunctuated mess When for so long your absence had me tethered to a p...
And then one day, when the sky is cloudy like warm milk and dense as your mother's womb, you will surprise him with all the things he c...
Like the stench of day-old cigarette smoke lingering on a black ruffled top. Like the fine strands of flyaway hair sticking to a cold, b...
Lover, be gentle. Come sit by my side. Tune in to the whispers you cannot hear and the waves that crash beneath the surface of my skin...
What if you found out that our current dynamics come with an expiration date? Would you still want to experience all that we could be befor...
You know that thing that makes you feel incomplete and uneasy and unwhole? The one that turns the entire world into an insipid rabbit ste...
I sift through the words I've written for you, about you, with you stuck inside my brain like an errant bullet from a crossfire. They c...
Someday your lover will ask you to pick up the pieces strewn across the floor. Which ones will you leave behind then? At any given moment...
"Did it ever occur to you that when you're making love to him, you're really making love to him?" "Huh? What is th...
Take me to all the places you've been keeping from me. Even the ones you think I will not like. Especially the ones you think I wil...
The lyrics of Some Kind of Wonderful by The Drifters, one of my favourite songs, interspersed with my own thoughts.... All you have to do ...
She is fire. She sparks and rages, spits and smokes, radiates a heat that could burn him to cinders. Oh, but he is water. He g...
At midnight, she peeled the transparent mask off her unwelcoming face and introduced me to her murky mind. Earlier that night I sat close t...
I've lost count of the number of times I have tried to do it. It always starts with a well-intentioned plan. The pros and cons are weig...
Love can be so many things. It can run the entire gamut - from indulging in sweet nothings to witnessing the storms clouds. It can make you...
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