Bruschetta at 1am-
Can never be right, right?
It’s not the taste, the tomatoes ripe.
But as I

In brighter days she sought escape
A vowel yet to take shape
Reasons faint as loveless

Love is an ocean, while I seek high ground,
Holding a shell to my ear to hear the sound-
Of your

One of those shattered glass days

Where resistance broke with no bass

Sweet heat couldn't

What a torturous sublime it is to feel as though you have finally come even an ocean's breadth

My first ever poetic duet. I hope you all enjoy it.

in the arms of the Loch I lay bare
empty, cold, struggling for air
drowning in the reality of

Barefoot I stand on rocky shore
Watching you sail away once more
The light of your ship quickly

Limp and lifeless
Upon the cold marble floor
It's been that way
Since you sailed out the

If you open up your heart,
And let love inside,
You'll only fall apart,
When it dies.

He'll

I'm just a girl
I prance and I dance
I skip and I play
Even though I find myself
Caught in the

To you
I was a fool
Wore my heart on my sleeve
Showed you the deepest parts of me
I thought you

There’s a fuzzy glow around your head,
(Which I love) and when you stub your toes
Even your curses

I feel your eyes traveling over my body
Scratching a path of denial
Writhing
Intangibly

I bow yet again
To your alter of delight
Unfaithfully yours

I return every
Every night with

Gravity
Hiding
In your
Everything.
Emotions
Pining
Pulled
Awake.
Flesh

Destroy me
With your absence
Use me or leave me
In silky silence
My eyes feel the
Slight gap

Hearing your name
On others
Strikes me as
Disgraceful
For them
Lest we forget

Looking through me
Conveniently smug
Abrasive and
Toying with that stray thread
On your

I made a
Great effort
To catch
Your eye
To ensure
You
Saw
Me
Seeing
You
While

Never again
Endure his
Ego’s
Demand for
Servitude

Your
Happiness
Will be tainted
By
Regrets and
You will never
Find
Such

How absolute
And catastrophic
When love
Left
With that
Certain piece of

Picture this similar to a beverage,
For what it is you gotta capsule it
In it's moments of

I am someone who believes
That destiny has a hand
In shaping who we are.
It has the power
To

Don't worry about me.
I know how to dance with heartbreak.
I know how to follow his lead.
I

Once thought I was made of gold
With a conscious mature and bold
The pain that everyday

pinky promises
car rides at night
everything beauteous that we were
an hourglass pouring

SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially