In waking to an open window here is bed-warm skin because the wind is gentle like it can’t quite decide if it wants to touch her or not. And the white curtains move like satin, give glimpses of the sea when she breathes. She breathes and it’s all cotton white, sunshine glow and mussed hair. And he looks at it all, looks at her, recognises the shade of blue between the sky and the sea, doesn’t know how to give it a name, doesn’t know how to put anything that means anything into words.
Love is the kind of thing that you’re suppose to sink your teeth into, but I’ve only ever nibbled on the edge out of fear of being poisoned from the inside out
I used to wish on stars like they were the only thing holding me together.
Fingers crossed,
Eyes squeezed tight,
Heart in my hand.
Pleading for a miracle.
And then they sent you.
Miracles
The naked tree stands tall despite the frost clinging to every exposed nook of its body.
The wind blew so cold I could almost grab it, a solid swell of matter dancing just out of my grip.
I took a breath and as the ice slid down my throat I finally felt the pressure in my brain being cut open, released into the crisp air.
How to be born again in winter
You let your ears
Gush with blood,
Rather than listen
To the empty clichés
Trying to push their way in
- it’s 4am
When I was 12 I was told to dull my spark until a boy brought out the fire that lay beaneath the surface.
So I waited.
And I brushed my hair until it shined and painted my face with glitter hoping it would be enough.
Enough to hint at what’s below the surface.
Enough to glow brightly to show off my potential.
And it was enough until one day I got tired of waiting, and I crack though my own outer shell and let the wildfire burn them all to ashes.
the noose around your soul begins to unravel once you realise that you’re the one that tied the knot.
- I’m getting better at getting better