I only have one piece of clothing that’s kissed two different people. A cute little blue top that hangs off the corners of my shoulders. Simple yet flattering.
508 days ago it danced with him… & he danced with it, playfully pulling it off balance, slipping one shoulder down to reveal just a little too much. In front of his family I thought it best to ask him to stop. but he did not stop.
112 days ago my top and I met her…. & we danced. A little older, a little too loved by the washing machine, the blue top clung less confidently to my shoulders, constantly slipping down as I embraced the music. Every time she pulled my top back onto my shoulders, “J, don’t worry. I want to look after your dignity.”
I think that speaks for itself.
maybe I was what you wanted
before i became less what you wanted
when i tried to be what you wanted
i guess all i wanted, was to be what you wanted.
Just admit you fall short sometimes
I’m not sure I want
I’m not ready
I cannot be your first love.
Your first love should last longer than I will.
Do you know the universe is still expanding from the big bang?
So too is my heart still breaking from the moment you left us.
It looks like your heart has been broken, she said.
Her hands warmed mine
as she traced the memories forever creased into my palm.
I hoped she might bring my hands to her lips.
I hoped she might warm my broken heart too.
I hope your love lasts as long as ice cream on summer’s day
Put aside the monochrome palette you use to paint my skies and give her all your colours.
You have a beautiful canvas – be bold and make light where there is already a rainbow.
Dazzle us all with your love.