That night, Yeah that one, my thumb wrapped around your thong. I thought If I pushed hard enough you'd understand how deep My feelings ran. Kisses on cars, Hands in hair, Or was it grass? The sky and the pavement Bled together. Lights ran away Danced across my view Framing you. I held you So… Continue reading Test Me Just Once More
I want to hold you Half baked On a hilltop in Sheffield Hold you and tell you With little pieces of me dripping From my words I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you Until there's nothing left Until I am nothing Nothing but ash Settling on your… Continue reading That night. You know the one.
I don't masturbate enough I don't masturbate enough because I was told it was naughty I was told it was Well I wasn't told much more But now a fair few times around the sun And the firewalldodgingtumblerpornsphere I still don't masturbate enough And I feel bad for not doing it But if I did… Continue reading I don’t masturbate enough
I cut my hair then I touched myself in the bath I put on lipstick then ate olives in my parents back yard My armpits left the house furry and the patriarchy licked them baby smooth By the time I came home I could have wet my throat with coconut oil and drowned in the… Continue reading The world as I see it
I'm feeling homesick. But I'm not allowed to tell you that. I miss the home I made in you When you weren't looking I snuck into your heart and Set up camp there and The fire that we sat around and Sang our love to Is not out yet. I miss you. But I'm not… Continue reading Vagabond Lover
Pouring salt water places it should not be They left their perfume then They left you Calvin Klein In2you Her, ironic. Each morning I drown myself in the smell of the first time we met, in the smell of the first time I touched your hair, in the smell of the first time I cut… Continue reading Poems for Niamh
This was wrote during a rather intense Miesner activity at Rose Bruford. I kind of liked it, unrefined and unfinished. We burned up like an asteroid in the atmosphere. We burned up like an astronaut's incorrect equation. We burned up like two lovers too close to the sun, too close To the souls of each… Continue reading Poetry Under Pressure