Saturday Morning

Waking up, me chirpy and annoying and you groggy pulling me in to you so close I could barely breathe, I’d make one of my silly faces or something to make you laugh and ease you in to the day, Pulling  my pyjamas on, I’d get up and put on a pot of coffee, Then…

Still

My god, you’re the one I still don’t know if I can forgive, the only one. I still flinch when people touch my stomach and am reminded of how you punched me there. I still remember you pressing my arm against a hot spoon or flicking a lighter over my wrist, I still don’t put…

Shoutout to my Ex: Champagne in a plastic cup

Like champagne in a plastic cup, that was how they described us. We were full of expensive loving fizz on the inside, but outside we couldn’t quite match the inside. But my god, we were in love weren’t we? Proper teenage sweethearts and we believed in us so much, despite what everyone else said: my…

Shoutout to my ex: Radar

I like the way you still keep one eye on me as we circle this room, we still never quite lose track of each other while in the same vicinity. You would still jump to my defence if I needed it, you still hate that I talk to him, that he’s a close friend, But we…