Saturday, September 20, 2014

The Model

I came to see you in Baan Tai.
Baan fucking Tai.
Well I guess it's not that far when you're already in Koh Phangan. Really.
You picked me up on your motorbike,
Like nothing had changed.
"Hey you," you said in that accent,
Like nothing had changed.
From last year when you lived in Sydney,
When we spoke every day.
When I was falling for you,
And when I was just a game.
I remember once, asking if you were happy.
"No. But I'm trying to be. Every day."
I wonder if you're happy now,
In Baan fucking Tai.
Where it's always summer,
Where you're always loved,
Where you ran away to.
And where I found you,
For just five days.
Where I tried to holiday.
And where you tried,
To start over.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Taylor Squared

So here I am. It's only 2:12am.
And my pupils? Totally dilated.
They've been like that for a while,
Before midnight. Before I saw you.
Traipsing back to your apartment,
As I stumbled, in arms, to the next bar.
That girl on your arm.
Like me but smaller.
Like me but different.
Do you cook her dinner?
Watch movies together?
Take baths?
Is it the same with every girl?
Or am I different? Am I the girl?
The girl who should have been a mansion.
The girl who should have been a home.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Coming Down

It's 4.15am
And I'm thinking about you.
Naturally.
I threw the flowers away today.
Four weeks later.
How they lasted so long I'll never know.
So I'm thinking about you.
And your smile. And your lame lame jokes.
And how much I cared (in so little time).
And I'm thinking, of course, how you'll never be mine.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

"You're Beautiful"

Sometimes it can suck, being five foot two,
Like when I can't reach the memory, of you.
You wrote those words up so high on my glass,
Before you left, that's when I saw you last.
Maybe tomorrow, I'll wipe you away,
Or maybe I'll see you again, one day.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

First Date

You spent the night between my legs,
My thighs gripping tight and my arms wrapped around you.
Breathing heavy, holding on for dear life,
As you showed me the city from the back of your bike.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Across The Sea

I spent the night in Paris, stretched out on the couch.
Your moves so slow, watching me watch you.
I tried to be professional, I tried to act cool.
But at the end of the night, you knew I wanted you too.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Luke

"Please don't break his heart.
Just don't do it Amy. Please."
Your voice was cracking, pleading.
But what you were really saying was
"Please don't break mine."
Or at least, "not again."