The First Night After Leaving You
It’s pathetic really. How all I can think of is how your hands felt on my neck, wondering how it …
kiss
When Your Mouth Is Cold
You miss him. At 11PM when he’s laying beside you and you wait too long after eating ice cream to …
Bone Trail
There’s a trail tattooed on your skin where my fingers have ventured over your shoulder and across your collar bone. …
That’s It, More or Less
You are more than the thunder from every storm, more than all the sand on the beach that my feet …
Eat Your Heart Out
I tasted myself on your mouth. It was the first time I knew warmth was a flavour.
“Kiss me first, I won’t do it after.”
“Are you serious?”
“It’s disgusting.”
Now I find myself indulging in the same. It’s not a habit. Just a reminder that I don’t want to kiss you. You were only ever a lesson, showing me how to be all the things I never wanted to be; doing all the things I never wanted to do. All these things make me sick.
