I fell for you when I didn’t think it was possible - especially because I didn’t think it was possible.

You are the space between spaces.

You’ve become the fabric of my life, stitched into me with the tightest seams.

I’ve seen you lost and I’ve seen you found, and each day I’ve never seen you so beautiful.

I want more time with you.

Our space is a home because we love each other in it....

If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Wait.

I already know.

God how I wish I didn’t, but I

Do.

You would wonder if you could bruise me any more than

You did before,

Whether I would still pick up the phone

Every time

You call.

Your hand would squeeze tighter,

Never

Letting me out of your reach,

And I would lay next to you at night sobbing silently until I could no lon...

She’s watching me again. I don’t need to look to know that she’s there. I can sense her. I can feel her hollowed out, lifeless eyes boring into the back of my skull in an attempt to reach my soul. I can see her ghost white fingers, nails scraping against the wood, tapping out a drum that’s hauntingly sweet. This girl has been watching me, night after night, for as long as I can remember. She’s bec...

I watched this story unfold from a distance, stood outside in

The storm.

The passing of silent secrets,

The avoided gaze,

The eventual continuum of silence.

I saw him turn away from her in what he thought was her sleep,

And I saw the single lightning lit tear fall on her face as she understood he was turning away from a whole lot more.

I watched as he screamed at her over thunder and she sobbed to...

I lived in the mountains after you. To this day, I still don’t know who I was running from. You, me, us. Either way, I needed to be alone for a while. We needed to be our own people. I needed to grow outside of your fence. Time is a great healer, so they say, and it passes differently up here, in the mountains. Almost in slow motion.

The imperceptible passing of time is marked only by the moon. S...

Touching your sweet cheek,

Breathing in your subtle scent,

I wonder how I’ve

Been so lucky to find you

Now, when I needed you most....

I’ve never known a shade of blue like his.

It’s as if it was created just for him, and there aren’t enough

Beautiful words

In the world

To describe it.

Love herself has never known beauty like his.

His eyes have their own

Gravitational field

And any time I’m looking into them

Butterflies are all I feel.

His shade of blue is;

Mesmerising, heart-stopping, warming.

His blue is full of kindness, sweet...

Sometimes I wish I could ask you,

Why me?

Why did you choose me to trap and never set free.

At least I understood,

At least I understood that I never really meant anything.

But what I didn’t understand and what

I should have

Understood

Is that just because

You

Never

Gave me a meaning, it

Did not

Mean that I don’t have one.

You made me feel uncomfortable

In my own skin and the way you made me feel

...

A moment in the middle of the night.

Where I catch you sleeping.

I watch you for a while, or more like I can’t take my eyes off

Your beauty.

The moonlight is dancing across your face, mixing with your dreams, and you’re doing that thing again where you twitch.

Your hair has fallen across your face, covering your eyes, but

I know that

If you opened them now, I would still be stuck in your blue gaze...

Blink. And I'm plunged into darkness.

The dark isn't the start of my fear it's the unknown.

It's that the stretching desolate space around me could be hiding anything,

But how can I see in the dark.

Blink. And a tear starts to form.

The corners of my vision become blurred as the tiny droplet spills over the edge and down onto my burning cheeks,

Only to be followed by more to come,

And that's the ...