head back, eyes closed, i can remember the days when i loved you. i used to watch you from afar, listen to you talk and watch you smile. i counted the ways the sunlight shone on your hair and i thought you were beautiful ( Read more... )

in this mirror there is a land ( Read more... )

there is a little love ( Read more... )

i am not a saviour.

i am not big, or clever,
or good or kind
or any of those things.

i am selfish, and stupid,
and bitter and jaded
and all of those things.

i am not your saviour,
but maybe i can be mine.

i have never been awake at 4 am ( Read more... )

You can be my maiden ( Read more... )

it's skin on skin, trying ( Read more... )

i see you together ( Read more... )

his hands are like feathers, drifting over the world. he looks like a monster, if a monster could wear the face of humanity. his eyes are too dark and you cannot meet his gaze, no fix your eyes upon his face and revel in what you see ( Read more... )

I set myself a challenge: write a poem, without thinking about it beforehand or stopping until it feels like it's finished ( Read more... )