The Inside of Love
I pressed call and called you and you answered.
We spoke and I laughed, you cried and we understood one another.
At that point, I believed we clicked.
Only, it wasn’t too long before you faded and the pages caught fire. I wanted these words to be permanent. Life does not kiss hearts with pink.
Interesting addition to the clothes I wear.
I add many things to this small, zipped, denim location.
Tissue, paracetamol, lip-balm, eye-drops, hand cream, lemon sherbet drops and a three page letter.
I wrote about 2020.
I transferred pain from my heart, to these pages, to my pocket.
I released everything. Yet, I keep memories folded and close by.
Maybe, they’ll wash away the deeper I stride into this scenic lake.
The only thing that matters is my birth.
In the sky.
In the forest.
In the sea.
I found you beside my bed watching me breathe, during sleep.
I found you in my kitchen, toasting bagels and pouring juice.
I found you on my sofa, snuggled on my breasts. Free and loose.
In the sea.
In the forest.
In the sky.
I found your love in my heart and passion that never dies.
The bright hue of Scarlett.
The warm scent of new.
The heavyweight of sorrow.
The belief of love renewed.
The reality of intention and deception.
The thoughts so dark and grey.
The scope of fame and fortune, with clickbait, added each day.
The whores attitude of your attitude towards my existence.
The ego you blow up and in my space, the knife stabbed through to mitigate it.
The blue blocks of builds hiding the levels of coerced promotions.
The white lines of the show you glamorise as actualisation.
The whisky you take straight on a Tuesday afternoon.
The roar from my heart at the sign of a new moon.
The rust from your mindset as it’s set in its ways.
Love me, love me not I don’t care anymore, anyway.
I love you.
But I love the world around us even more.
I love our sky.
I love our sea.
I love the air we breathe.
I love the swans paddling by on a warm summers day.
I love the peace of mind when drama and pain fade away.
I love your eyes.
I love your mind.
I love your brain in its entirety.
I love your soul.
I love your heart.
Every heartbeat counts, no authority.
I love the way your smile beams through to my vision.
I love your warmth, including extra love only emissions.
I love your kisses.
I love your touch.
I love our love when love is never too much.
Leave handprints on my ass.
I’ve never met a man like you before.
You challenge me.
I’m gushing through my white lace panties.
Currently, I’m dating an amazing man.
We have great sex and commitment.
Shout out to our future darling.
Everything is rosy.
I said ‘no’ softly.
I opened and welcomed you in.
You were comfortable.
I felt joy.
Years upon years it has taken to build the wall.
In moments you melted it all away.
I’ve been on a journey, I was doused in a toxic curse. I’ve cried a million times over and even then the toxicity remained undisturbed. – Unique
You used a blue highlighter and pulled me in to read your words.
You stood tall and spoke your wishes into our universe.
You remained calm and spoke your confidence into my ears.
You took hold of my body, a body I’ve disliked over time. You opened up my mind and breathed your dreams into my life.
Your confidence is beautiful and your mindset is amazing. I tried to push you, but you stayed where you felt most comfortable and helped to ease my anxiety away.
You stepped up to my self-critical words and stripped my layers off.
You pulsated inside me and held me tight.
At that moment, I felt lifted and wonderful that you knew from day one, that everything will be alright.
Stop preein’ me
Quit your sexualised thoughts, I can’t read them and thank our universe I can’t see them.
I know, you imagine what it would’ve been like if I let you fuck me.
Now, listen like a bitch and stay the fuck outta my space.
Ps: My favourite jam is raspberry from Scotland