Mr Polly Pocket

Opened up your woodland scene  Mr Polly Pocket figurine  With you I would love to play Hold your hand throughout the day Moving through your clamshell case Perfect, plastic, great escape Upon your lips I place my own  Soft and warm they feel like home But your home can't belong to me Poly isn't the …

Honey Bee

Sweat so wet it pours. Trickles down his spine like the first dew of spring. My neck, He bites, Bee sting. I'm trapped in his honey . Drowning in nectar I never saw coming. He feeds my sweetest tooth. Only the bees know the words to say. Building hives inside my heart and buzzing through …

Validation

I guess I've always craved validation one way or another, be it someone telling me they think I look hot in my photos or a co worker telling me I did the right thing by leaving a job, sending that all important outfit pic to a friend before a night out and even trying to …

Sugar Coated

Sometimes I read my work and feel like I haven't dived deep enough, like I'm just treading water at the surface of my emotions and my experiences or that I'm finding ways to word my work that coats it in sugar instead of just writing the truth, letting my words flow out regardless if it …

Inside Their Beds

I've felt the touch of a thousand men Let them lay me down inside their beds A few whispered words inside my ears Exactly what I wanted to hear Sweet nectar, lies with fingers crossed With little thought of what it cost For all the scars left upon a heart Cannot be seen inside the …

A Million Places

For me one of the worst parts of a break up isn't necessarily the break up part itself but the aftermath! Dont get me wrong I mean, all of the crying and the loneliness and the alcohol numbing, ice cream eating binges are always awful but it's the part after that I hate, the part …

A Beautiful Thing

When you find someone who loves you for who you really are, its a beautiful thing. To hear the words spoken. To unlock the door to all the faces you hide. To feel a soft touch upon all of your imperfections. To feel soft lips upon all of your 'don't touch' places. To feel their …

In My Space

Stood against the brick pile in my back garden away from my Grandad's eyes, smoking his cigarette and drinking coffee from my mug, his hair was a perfect fuzzy mess and his eyes glanced upon the floor more often than they did up on me as he listened to me excitedly rabble on about total …

can i say something?.

go on?... to say anything to avoid that I'm a mess that im tearing apart at the seams to avoid that we broke and that I can't cope to avoid the pain in me that I'm drunk again to avoid that I'm still smoking that i can't deal with this feeling to say that we …

Bedroom Eyes

His bedroom eyes were a brown-green disguise that hid the lies and all the fears of his life. I fell into them with great surprise and for a second i could rise without falling. Free falling through time. Falling. We fell. His bedroom eyes were a perfect guise and they cried. Oh how they cried …