Waiting for a text that's never going to come; waiting to be treated well; rushing to your phone; hoping it's him and then letting out a GROAN when it's just the family WhatsApp group.
To myself, I do not give you permission to message him.
No matter how twinkly Thursday night's sky is or how uplifting Friday's morning is, you're not to reach out. You're not to slide into his DMs with a flirty quip about how your peach is the same size and does he still live in Notting Hill or has he gone home home.
Chug chug chug There are looks and then there are stares And wide-eyed candy floss pink blushes Contained in dim lit, smoke studded carriages Stuffed with meat and bodies and faces and breaths Some of which aren't as sweet smelling As the dulcet tones of Elizabeth Bennett Or Mr Darcy and his linens (I presume)… Continue reading Colin Firth on my commute again
Your eyes flickered Shooting bullets into mine Every time I looked over Fast paced, dashing daggers. A murmur muffled by booze-soaked blossom Falling into cups And words laced with promise Spilling into ears You asked me about her I said she wasn't shy And that if you felt so inclined You ought to ask her… Continue reading
I guess we grew like weathered flowers And I guess I grew a little bit taller A little bit faster A little bit more soaked in your potion Than you were in mine. And it sometimes hurts to know you're not that bothered And other times it angers to know this was only for a… Continue reading Over and out
The journey has come to a screeching halt From pedal to floor I heard its thunderous roar As it stopped dead in its tracks. Panic ensued Anxiety came Asking myself "what is this game?" Because we've started shuffling cards, dealing hands And I'm no longer chugging along sands Of limp, moth-eaten metal No carriage to… Continue reading When you realise he’s maybe just not that into you and everything slows to a snail’s pace and you start tearing your hair out and balling your eyes out.
As we rolled past the river The monuments The gold-clad beasts Shaking, bathing in the glow Of the water's edge by Waterloo Your duvet lips spring to mind Permeate the creases of my brain Invade my thoughts with a pick axe Cutting down the others I'd been growing Like sweet nectar. I melt beneath them… Continue reading When I realised I’d fallen