August

I already have someone who loves the freckle on my collar bone. I have someone who notices the brightness of my eyes when I’m tired. Someone who can tell when I’m drunk; who comes up behind me and kisses the side of my neck. Who removes a hair from my face and holds it up to the light, and holds my head against their chest as though our embrace will last forever. I already have someone who makes me shiver by simply placing their fingers against my skin. Who can say something and make me smile like there’s light pouring out of my whole body. Who can release so much emotion inside me with just a look.

Big Mistakes

Tell me I haven’t made the biggest mistake of my life. Tell me I have to think of my future. Tell me I simply got caught up in a moment where fantasy came together with reality. Tell me my friends will miss me. Tell me it won’t be the same without me. Tell me he will see me the way he saw me that night. Tell me I will go on to great things because of this. Tell me he’ll love me.

give me beauty

Give me beauty. Give me a room painted white, a wooden floor and a green plant. Give me Venetian blinds and a car boot sale dressing table mirror. Give me crisp white sheets and a glass of water on a bedside table. Give me the natural light of half past six on a morning in August, and birdsong flowing through the window on a gentle breeze. Give me the smell of fresh cut grass and lavender. Let me run my fingers through warm hair, and marvel at the beauty of a sleeping face. Let me whisper words into a dreaming mind and pretend they can really hear me. Let my fresh eyes be the first thing somebody sees when they wake up. Give me purity and beautiful hands. Give me an embrace. Let me finally hold onto something that has a pulse.