Thursday, March 27, 2014


I have this fantasy
Where I run into you at an airport.
At first, our eyes meet briefly
As we walk.
We both turn back and think
"Is it?"
Our tongues slowly wrap around
Each others' names.

I'm not sure if we're on the same flight.
But you tell me how good I look,
As I walk away.
Calling me back
And there's that fire again, same as that night
On the 31st floor
At the Shangri-La.
Wasting the room.

Saturday, March 1, 2014


We're girls who wish we could freeze time.
Girls under pressure with high stress jobs.
Girls who want to live their lives;
With late nights on careless whims
But are trapped by Monday
Where we head back to the jungle
Back to management and responsibility,
And targets to hit 
Or you won't get paid...
You'll go hungry.
In the jungle.

I'm a girl who wishes I could stop time.
Hit pause for a minute .
Get a few extra hours of sleep.
Exercise. Cook healthy meals.
Or maybe just enjoy life while I'm young.
Smoke kush and make love.
Not worry about the consequences.
Not ever have to worry about Mondays.
Or Tuesdays, worse still.
Where you feel like the world is closing in
And you think "maybe the end would be easier..."
But you push through.
Only to do it all again.
Push through.
Welcoming the weekend
Only to do it all again.
Wishing you could hit pause.
Wishing you could freeze time.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014


I was so sad, when I broke up with you.
And somehow, I thought that being alone would fix that.
But, as logic would have it, I kept falling.


Monday, January 27, 2014

The Invisible Girl

We met when you opened a door into me,
Hitting me square.
Because you didn't notice me,
You didn't see me there.
Then we got to know each other,
We got to see each others minds.
We talked of ideas and meanings,
Losing track of time.
But after our night alone,
The hours flew by then.
It was Christmas and a new day,
And I was invisible, again.

Friday, January 17, 2014


Being with You
Was like leaving the real world
And living in our own Kingdom.
The palace of your apartment
Looking down on the city.
You were this King to me
I was just a princess.
Because I told you I didn't want to be anyone's Queen
But really I knew, I would never be yours.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Calvin Klein

You were a male model,
And more insecure than I was.
We snuggled under blankets, on the couch,
We ate Tim Tams together and made love.
That really shouldn't have happened.
You told me to stop cracking my bones,
"You'll get arthritis," you said.
That really shouldn't have happened.

Thursday, January 9, 2014


Thinking back to the small amount of time we spent together;
It was never quite "right".
The time you hit me, the time you tried to strangle me…
But worst of all the time I tried to love you.