I don’t know who I am

Someone asked me what my favourite colour was the other day. My first reaction was to respond with pink. But then I wondered if it was still pink. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that I don't know who I am. My Mum, if she was still with us, would tell [...]

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I loved you in every language

I've always been so fascinated by how much love humans can have for one another. How beautifully people say that they miss someone. How intoxicating it is to look at someone and want them to be yours. We all say we miss someone else. We all say we love someone else. The French say "Tu me [...]

An open letter to the boy I love who is moving away

I'm sure somewhere in your room there's a calendar with the date marked off; the day you get to start over. When all your stuff in that room you've called home for the past few years will be somewhere new. When you'll be somewhere new. Please don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you. I [...]

I didn’t quite, but I almost loved you

I didn't quite, but I almost loved you. When you drove me home at 2am and for the first time we talked to each other like we had something to say. That night as we sat on the sofa watching TV and I couldn't even look at you for fear that the magic between us [...]

Everything I ever wanted?

"You got it by the way. Everything you ever wanted. Absolutely everything you could imagine you could possibly ever want. What you spent nights crying about and days obsessing over. What you messaged your best friend about for weeks on end. The very things you would've given your life for. That you would've given up [...]

Just shut up and tell me you want me

Just shut up and admit it. You want me. You wanted to grab my face and kiss me as much as I wanted to rip your clothes off. You wanted it. We were both sat there a little too close for just friends on the sofa watching a horror movie. You say good idea. I [...]

Lovers or Liars

I'm trying to put a finger on this feeling. Trying to get some sort of explanation as to what I'm thinking. Because it sort of feels like I'm in a spiral, just spinning round and round. I can't remember what we came here for. Why we are back in this place once again. Where everything [...]