There have been many sweet kisses, in many sweet places, but the sweetest and most special, happened somewhere so unspectacular. September night, my heart heavy at the thought of going home alone, when you’d spent so long making my world feel full. You made those hours feel like heaven, and as we kissed outside your…

When I think about you, I see the sunrise, in the back of my mind, because I wrote a song, alone in my bedroom, about how it felt to watch you wake up, a swarm of butterflies underneath the sheets with me, as the sun sat on the windowsill, watching you, along with me, the…

I want to watch the Thames at sunset with you, holding hands with you, I want to make plans with you. I want to see the sun, sliding into the water, shy of the sensation, at first, but finding itself diving, deep underneath the waves, falling asleep where the bodies are buried. I want to…

Who am I to you? Help me understand. There is blood on my hands, hard and baked in, as if I spent my morning committing murders. The blood belongs to me. It tastes of tepid regret, but gets sweeter every time you kiss me, rose quartz ringing in my ears, rose petals in my hair,…