are we now broken enough
to let the light in?
my body sings in a language you used to understand
but have now forgotten
you feel the nostalgia,
the strange familiarity when you hear it
because I know you still hear it.
is my touch enough
to bind us back together?
solidify like honey in the cold.
welded together like liquid gold.
if you ever take my hands again
don’t worry about catching me
I’ve already fallen
I’m already imprinted into your floor.
would you take my hands again?
here time means nothing
it is a remote orb which exists outside
of you and I.
oh how time heals
when we cant even detect it passing
while we’re too busy discussing
the intricacies of the universe
or eating strawberries dipped in honey.
where does the time go,
does it trickle like the white light you see
when you think of me
think of me broken
think of me rebuilding
think of the light that seeps through
light always finds a way through
let me drip away
like silent tears
on empty pillows?
fold me up and tuck me into
the back pocket of those jeans
you never wear?
spit me out?
forget the way I tasted
in the dampness and the darkness
of September nights?
now fade away
don’t forget who helped you build your kingdom
"Pull out the incisor, give me two weeks you wont recognise her.."
and now I write no longer,
one of the many things you took
but you gave me things much greater
things I cannot overlook
so let me silently grieve
as I stand next to the one I miss
you took my life, but gave me gifts
which in time I will learn to accept
what can you do
when the one thing that was holding you together
is now the thing that’s tearing you apart?
how can I let go of the boy
who wont even kiss me goodbye?
I should have know when I woke
to rain on the first of the first.
I could solve world climate change
with the amount of tears I’ve shed over you.
He still sleeps in my bed
Sings off key in my shower
Cuts fruit in my kitchen
Drinks booze in my living room
Smokes weed on my balcony
Pokes fun at my neighbours
He will not leave my house
He will not leave my heart
We’re 40. You live in a mansion out in the burbs and I have my inner city apartment. You always wanted 14 but somehow you’ve ended up with only 3 and she’s taken them with her. I have my students and I have my studio. I have things better than free time and space to think. You call and after all these years I still pick up. Maybe because at heart I will always be a masochist. Maybe because I still believe the lies I feed myself. Maybe just because I know there will never be anyone who affects me quite like you. After all these years. Even if I couldn’t be your everything at least
I can be something. At least you know who you can always count on. “Hello trouble.” I smile. Yes.
"I will never tire of waking next to sunlight spilling over your sleeping form. Just the sight of your pale skin bathed in golden light, gilded like the king you’re destined to become, and I, your unlikely queen. I imagine we glow in these early hours, in each new day untouched by anything other than the pristine morning light, and the sound of our exhales synchronised. In the morning we are together, we are a new beginning. In the morning we are one."
I’ve made a home
Between your brooding brows
Nestled my pieces
In the hollows of your collarbones
I’ve stretched myself beneath your skin
Every inch of melding flesh belongs to you and I
And if you ever need to find me
Just reach inside your hollow bones
I fill the space inside your rib cage
In you I’ve made a home
A million miles away
We are here.
Beyond the limits of space and time and all other mundane concepts,
We push the boundaries of physics.
You and I.
We break the law of gravity,
We have no physical boundaries.
We are energy.
We are matter.
We are stars.
You and I
No longer separate entities,
We are infinite.
We are here
You and I
"look at the sky," he says,
chestnut eyes distant, yet focused
"it’s like a tiger waiting to pounce,
that moment of stealthy anticipation,
even when its over cast and grey,
you can feel it in the air, something’s about to happen.”
I stare, mesmerized, on the brink
of death or freedom,
All I see are grey skies,
and those far away chestnut eyes.
"I never understood why females are expected to change their surnames when they get married. I love my surname, it fit so well with my first name. What if I were to fall in love with Mr Smith? Musetta Smith sounds ridiculous. My name is a big part of my identity, it represents my roots and my family history. It’s the title I’ve used to identify myself since childhood. It represents where I came from, what I’ve been through and who I am today. It is the one unchanging, defining feature that has been with me since birth. My name sounds like home to me and those who call it are those who know me. Why should I have to change something that is so fundamentally mine? Why do I need to alter something that’s is such a large part of who I am? Until you meet someone. Until there’s someone by your side who you wish to share every part of yourself with. Until there’s someone there whos name suddenly feels as familiar in your mouth as your own. So familiar it could be a well loved story from your childhood. Until you want to take on some of their roots, some of their history and become a part of who they are. Until then it doesn’t make sense. Until then. But I guess that’s why some names sound better together than others."