Sending the seeds of a dandelion towards the sky,I long for the safety of Spring,the early morning breeze, butterflies dancing as the day begins,and your memory is tight in my tarnished hands.I carry you everywhere,like the keys to my car or a sickness in my veins,and for once, you stay,bound never to vanish again.

Eastenders is ending and the dinner plates decorate the table.I am faltering, falling asleep in the warmth of your arms, wrapped around me as I try to stay awake.How long does it take until this doesn’t satisfy me?I heard that even the brightest, boldest love dims over time,but I am still blinded by us.My greatest…

You were plagued by paperwork,peering over your glasses in disbelief as I dared to interrupt you for the third time that morning.It was boring to be second best to your best attempts at responsible adulthood,me, modelling for an audience of none, in my new summer dress,skin sparkling under the trail of sunlight from the window,but…

You asked for the world,but all I could manage was my soul.She’s a little scratched, a little sore, but she still believes in love. She isn’t powerful,or awe inspiring.She isn’t the kind of thing that means that much, but she’s all I’ve got,and she’s sitting, patiently in my palm,waiting for you to say “Yes”. Won’t…