being the
equivalent
of a hairpin
she decided
this should not
carry on

and all of a sudden
you realise
she is a threat
she’s not a pleasantry
and not
tea and jam
and rainbows
she is made
of real

mm that’s not what I wanted to say
what I meant was
you are beautiful
so charming
it flows over
and spills onto
everyone
in the room
and yet you are - so empty
and I call your bluff
and can’t wait
for your
admittance

i see right through

your facade

your beautiful eyes

have caught

many a shoal

tonight, you can go home

without

so many skeletorns
my bony bodyguards
arm in arm
we march together,

we closet alone

intercontinental flights of idealism

left behind
a hollow

witness-less takeoff

like a twig
like a branch
like a polaroid
like an unexpected flash
out the corner of your eye
all the good
snaps out
and it comes
to say
hi

I don’t want to be
this girl
having to tell
about that time
that fate
on a second date

take it back
how it was before
when I was whole

he is probably
together
…by now

And
here I am
still here

I want to fill my mind with colour
saturate
there must not be room
for anything else

some days
are unruly
are that questionable spill
which looks like something important
was once carried
and dropped
all over the pavement

if patience
was wearing me thin
I would be
invisible

but, oh

you thread me so well

when its warm like this
it’s warm like how it feels
to be daring to hum
dancing under the lamplight
in the deserted street
with the hot air
smelling like leaves
its warm like a stifled night bus
with an edgy man carrying a suitcase
its warm like under the covers
its warm like this city
loving me