Love

I don't often actually write on this, preferring to just convey my silly thoughts through nice song lyrics and little pictures. But after a lovely weekend with my favourite person, I feel like I want to for once in a long time. He is going away soon, and I am very sad about being apart from him. Having not seen him in two weeks, this weekend was so lovely. I lit up seeing his face as he opened the door, and I could tell he was so happy too. Being with him, time just disappears. I immediately feel so content and at ease just being in the same place as him. I don't believe in being with someone just because you don't like to be alone. I believe in being with someone because you hate to be without that one person who makes everything special, even if it's just a trip to the local garden centre to look at the pretty flowers you would like to grow in your imagined little garden wilderness one day....

Sometimes, things get tough. It's difficult to remember this isn't how life will be forever. But I know that everyone is lucky in some way, however big or small it is.

I know who makes me lucky.

Joni.

Tears and fears, and feeling proud
To say 'I love you', right out loud...

Hopeful

Tired eyes
we sheltered together
from the storm
raging outside.
Tell-tale signs
of our age, dark hairs
sprout from your strong chest
They whisper that
we're growing up
Like fresh blades of grass, 
they show the everchanging seasons
we live through
And give me hope
that we will bloom,
rich with the piquancy of all
our emotions
Flushed by the rose blushes of youth
We wax and wane.

Rumours

Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

Just so.

The soft scent of cotton sheets.
(Really should clean them more often)
Ignore tempting deals on alcohol.
(Buy four bottles of Cava, and drink them all in front of the telly on a Tuesday night)
Avoid ending up with £350 phone bills.
(Four-hour phonecalls are the sweetest lullabies)
Plan in advance.
(Traipse up and down the Parade on Hallowe’en, only to end up with a squashed pumpkin)
Get to know your neighbours.
(Nose often pressed up against the window of a pizza place at 11am)
Be very careful.
(Sustain injuries on a kitchen countertop)
Immerse yourself in culture.
(Purchase eight horror flicks for £10)
Be thrifty.
(Spend hard-earned dollar on a taxi to see your favourite, at least thrice a week)
Frequent your local shop.
(Arguments between fridges as to what to make for dinner)
Give him the retards job.
(Parmasan)
Look after eachother.
(Kisses, all the time)

I love you.

Paint the silence black

Now save me.

It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me (irates me).

My problem.

When I see your picture my heart forms a fissure,
I guess that I get this way.
I need a rooftop I can look from or jump off,
I guess that I get this way.

What's the problem, dear? Are you feeling unloved?
That's what I was most afraid of.

I need a fresh arm I can slice up or cut off,
I guess that I get this way.
When my skies are crooked my scars turn blue,
I guess that I get this way.