Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Six Months Later

"Your lips are like clouds," he said.
In that sexy fucking accent.
I always had a weakness for englishmen.

He thought we could win big,
And spend the night together.
But we didn't win at the tables,
And got politely escorted away.

We're still here, six months later.
He's still dating that girl.
I'm still mad about him.
Or just mad.

He likes me too.
I'm sure of it.
Doesn't he?

Saturday, May 23, 2015


You would have turned twenty five this week.
You would have been in America, still.
I would have been here.
I would have written you a message.
I would have tried to make it heartfelt.
I would have cried, writing it.
You would have asked me to Skype.
And I would have been awkward. But agreeable.
I would have told you how much I loved you.
I would have told you how much I missed you.
I hope.

It was your birthday on Monday.
I spent the day here, fighting back the tears.
Thinking about you.
Thinking about what could have been.
I think about you. Every day. Every night.
I fight back the tears.
Thinking, why did someone so good, have to die so young?
Thinking, why didn't I tell you how much I cared?
While you were still here. When you could have been mine.

You're in my heart. You're in my head.
And I'm trying to let go.
And I'm trying.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Coming Home To Nothing

"Your happiness doesn't live in Bali,"
He said.
"Your happiness lives in here."
His finger on my chest,
Reaching for my heart.
Little did he know,
It was buried much deeper.
Locked behind bars of defence,
Hidden by the wild vines of fear.
And sad.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

A Colleague

(Even though we work under the same roof,
Seven days a week)
You barely see me.

Do you avoid me?
Do you avoid that sensation when your cheeks flush
When we talk?
Do I make you nervous?

Because I know you make me weak.
Because I know you make me nervous.
Because I know you leave me breathless.
Because I know you'll never be mine.

Saturday, April 11, 2015


You think I can be loved
You think you know me well
But when you don't quite get your way
I get a proverbial "go to hell".

It's strange to think of us
It's strange to think of we
It's strange to think we were together
And you still think we should be.

But now I've put my foot down
I don't want to live my life in reverse
But instead of talking, listening to me
I'm cut from your universe.

Friday, April 3, 2015

The To-Do Column

Your skin so smooth
Your smile so nice
Your eyes that glint
With a mischievous vice.

Your body strong
Your tongue on mine
You're reaching towards
Where you draw the line.

Saturday, February 7, 2015


Last night, talking with Jamie.
Last night, at the bar with Jamie.
Last night, winning pool with Jamie,
And he sets up my final last shot.

Meeting Jamie and falling for Jamie.
Jamie telling me how intriguing I am.
Jamie asking me if I lied to him about my age.
Jamie making sure I'm okay.

Jamie carrying my bags and Jamie saying;
"Let's just get one more drink!"
Jamie saying "sorry" about Christmas.
Jamie saying it's hard enough to see me at work three days a week.
But he still hopes I get the job.

Being with Jamie and time stops.
Being alone together in a crowded room.
Being told to keep back from Jamie.
"But it's not your fault. You didn't know."

In a parallel world, Jamie doesn't have a girlfriend.
In a different world, Jamie could be mine.