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Peeking
The sun was beautiful this morning, peeking from behind the clouds, with a sweet smile. I smiled too, for a moment, peeking from behind my personal clouds, seeing the sunlight sitting far above, speaking of better days on the way. The sky is grey, for the most part, but bits of blue are peeking through.…
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Pink Eyeshadow
I sat alone, sewing stories to my soul, pink glitter at ease on my eyelids, soft, pastel, peaceful pink, you know it’s my favourite colour, don’t you? We watched a movie about madness, in the middle of the night, with the chocolates you got me for Valentine’s Day. I was quite satisfied with the taste,…
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Yet Another Ramble Full Of Longing About My Leo
I haven’t slept beneath the Sunday sun with you for a while, but every so often, I slip into a scene, subconsciously, in which I do. I always wake up in a bittersweet mood, when I’ve spent the night inside my mind, inside of your arms (if it sounds complicated, that’s because it is complicated),…
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Fixing Mirrors
The last time I left my heart to someone else’s devices, it was divisive. Split in two, right down the middle, in a painful, pristine pink line, I left my inner child, bleeding out, on a beach, atop a mountain. I smoked, making circles out of the car window, as I watched the waves turning…
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This isn’t just about typos, tapes, staples and pencils, is it, Hunnybee?
I wrote your initials on each of my scars, so I’d remember that pain doesn’t own me anymore. There is fire in my veins now. Candy in my kiss again, my lips soft, for when we next meet, and my hands are heavy with jewellery and fidelity, nailed to your desk, to show my devotion.…