I’m not immune to you,to the melody of your shoes on my bedroom floor,couldn’t be more certain that I’m cynical and vulnerable all at once,but I’m just, sort of, going with it,going wherever your rolled eyes and exasperated sighs command. I fall and rise,resisting sleep, then being ravished by it,the same record on repeat,a comforting…

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…