"love is blind" they said
you mentioned the moon and I saw it
for the first time
you asked if I was cold and my teeth started to chatter
where was I, darling, if I was not there?
you pointed at the tree and I looked at your hand
you spoke of its flowers
and I looked at your mouth
what am I, darling, if I am not with you?
I wanted nothing more than to
make your life a little better
so I decided I would plant something
beautiful, for you.
I started to make a hole in the earth
for my seeds but
found that I could not stop digging,
mother says I was always best at
digging myself a hole.
I hope one day you will
realise it was for you, it was all for you
and if I am so lucky, you will come to
find the beautiful thing I had left in the
ground; and I hope
you will not be disappointed
Anonymous said: Why does he let you pay for meals?
It’s not a question of ‘letting’ me pay. I don’t live by his rules, I am my own woman. If I am in a relationship with someone, I am his partner and equal and expect to be treated as such. If he pays for meals, so will I. If he pays for theatre tickets or whatever, you can be damn sure that I will too.
I am his but I am not his property.
I keep writing
in the hope that
will feel a little lighter
always seems to remain
I threw up ON my boyfriend today and he STILL had sex with me five minutes later. Is this love? I think so
but every time you smile, it starts to rain
and I have spent too long trying to adjust and
live in the storm when all I wanted was the
I do not know what is happening
but I find you in every place I look
the air is heavy with your name and I look at
my hands and find them holding your prayers.
people say that I have lost it, that I am out of
my mind, and if that is true
won’t you let me be found on yours?
I thought about Death and in what form it would
come to me: it would either force its way into my home
or I would invite him in. That is how it happens
you invite them in at the dead of night
they tell you of how they followed leaves
trying to find God and happened upon your doorstep
they’ll take all you have with sweet talk of
how they left their world, for you
they want nothing, but you
lock all your doors, the theives are coming