Some day I’ll talk about that night. The night I met you. How we stayed up for hours then snuggled, exhausted, but aching for the moment to last. How we clung to that moment like lovers reunited. And one day I’ll talk about another night. The night that cemented it for…

I’m really afraid it will happen. That I will wake up & see you as just a friend, my past even; no longer be this giddy deeply in like version of me. I’ll realise I’m over you. I won’t miss you anymore. I will stop seeking you. …

unsettled & unwell. internally screaming. keep the crazy — on the inside. exhausted — i exhaust myself. floating, dreaming, feeling, drowning. on the inside — barely conscious, & aware outward floating. must be sick [stop] …very sick. reacting [stop] extremely [stop] on the inside. am i the only one half…

there is but one guarantee about life; from the moment we are born we begin to die. life, may be summed by cries and drowning in pain. that pain may drag you down like an anchor round your knees. and life, may be summed by smiles and suffocating on joy. that…

pragma Our love is; like teasing out the tangles. Fighting and groaning. Tears, giving up — only to pick up again. ludus I am in love real actual love, sunbathing and giggles. Alcohol, by the water — stars and fried chicken. eros they darken and rise breathing turns heavy I itch everywhere, but mostly there, layers GONE…

A ravaging thirst. Uncontrollable thirst. Dry crackling under feet sun beating down, breeze adding to the torment; blowing hot air & salty dust, on the verge of a wild frenzy. Sticky with sweat, sand & salty dust. Single cloud in the sky, far off and wispy. Hot air and salty dust. Vultures circling, waiting for…

It eats you up slowly. It’s hearing you’re better off. In needing to fight the want. It happens suddenly. In the quiet moments. In thoughts. In dreams. In songs. In movies. In scents. In midnight conversations. In hearing your name. In words. It’s loving someone so much they have control…

Lipsing is definitely an art form. An almost dizzying experience. ‬ It’s that warmth 1 glass of red in. ‬ The heightening buzz 2 glasses in. ‬ The thrill as you pour yet another. ‪The melting inhibitions 3 glasses in.‬ ‪The loosening tongue 4 glasses in.‬ ‪That wild excitement 5 glasses in‬. It’s that delicious delirium…

This one is for you — simply for the way you make me feel. Like I make sense and deserve it all. Like undressing maize from its husk, you unearth the me I thought I’d misplaced, gold hidden under layers and layers and layers. Meeting you was a reintroduction to…