Fake

spoon fed words
from immature tongues
'i'm sorry' you say
under tainted breath

i'm swimming
in your puppy dog eyes
drowning in our tears
and your fake words

Lovers to Strangers

it's 1 am
and i'm running through the rain
to be in your arms

15 minutes later
and i'm at your doorstep
being welcomed by bloodshot eyes
and the stench of stale cigarettes
seeping from your soft lips

the lips i used to kiss
(the lips that used to kiss me back, in fact)
and now i stare
upon a strangers face
begging for my lover
to come back to me

where are you beneath that innocent mask?
those sentimental eyes
are merely a disguise

Uni

chef ambitions
at 8 years old
crushing custard creams
in my gran's kitchen
and naming it
my 'masterpiece.'

11 years later
and i still can't fucking cook.
juggling microwave meals
and pasta's on the menu
more than 3 times a week

Cardboard Boxes

blue tac stains
on bare walls
and faint red wine
on the carpet

it's that time of year again
when you peel off the posters
and fold your life
into cardboard boxes

clambering across
mountains of clothing
and discovering
old treasures
and memories

feeling more wise
as the years fly by
and realising
how much things have changed

cardboard boxes
have taken over my life.

Salt

i found your letters yesterday
in that little wooden box
we bought by the seaside
remember?

the letters you sent
when we were madly in love

selfish

and carefree

the back of my wardrobe
is a place i rarely visit
and as i rummaged
my carpet became an ocean
of old treasures

i swam through the ocean for a while
soaking up the memories
on my bedroom floor

but sharp teeth bite at my flesh
in these shark infested waters

old photos and keepsakes
bringing back nostalgic blues
and salty tears

i soak up the ocean into bin bags
so they're probably in a derelict wasteland now
where they belong.

Eyelash Wishes

you laugh
you blink
and an eyelash
falls
and dances across your cheek

i brush it with my hand
and it clings to my fingertip.
i hold it against your soft lips
and whisper
'make a wish'

so you blow upon the eyelash
and it flutters away
across the bedroom


i always wondered what you wished for.

Love Notes

love notes left on carpets,
the ink and memories
trodden from paper to floor.

as each footstep taken
erases each word and emotion
as if nothing ever existed.