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Young love

It wasn’t her looks
or the sway in her walk
The gloss of her eyes
or the way she talked

Difficult to explain
wanting her
Would drive me insane

Her eyes in my direction
With a puzzled look
Is she checking me out?
Has she misunderstood?

Then it’s the drinks in her hand
Our inability to stand
Hands clasped hand and hand
Myface beside the bed stand

That look in her eye
So close to me now
Lips and tongue, all mine
She’s pinning me down

Jeans sliding off clumsily
Heart pounding
Her fingers inside of me
Uncontainable screams

She’s lying beside me
My mind wanders
Analyzing what could be

Now we’re up
Asking if I want coffee
Two creams
One sugar
Feels like love to me



The feeling of your arms wrapped around me rots my mind to the core. Your rapid heart rate and the smell of your skin doesn’t seem to rub off. If only you knew how my heart longed to jump out and chase after you. To hit the open air and plead with you to see through my eyes.  

Escalators and crowds pacing through the airport never crossed my mind. The food smells and accents flying everywhere, weren’t acknowledged. The piggish guys staring as we kissed and tugged at each other in the airport. My stomach dropping at the sight of your hand pulling away. As if I had sailed into the sky and guided my body away from you. You weren’t the type to cry in front of others. Not the kind to say goodbye and not the person I once knew. 

I wish I could tell you all the things that mattered that day. Throw your arms over me and put our kiddo’s school shoes on one last time. Feel the warmth of your mums cuddle goodbye and look back to see your face one last time.

Now your crystal eyes are a distant memory and the ashes bury our smiling faces. Somewhere along our journey we went from a blessing to a bad habit. Our jokes and happy times sit with me like overcrowded people in a waiting room. Suffocating my reality and blocking the new memories from coming in. You never realized that your happines was mine and that mine seemed irrelevant to you. Now my demeanor is cold and the feelings of others dismissed in my heart. 

As the plane lifted off and your disappointed look left my mind, I started breathing again. Looking at myself with all new eyes and a new perspective. The weight of you and I, and all our issues diminished. My mind still aching with the promises I  once made you. The ‘I could and would never leave you, played through my mind, mocking me. And now your sweet voice, once so comforting to me vanishes as I puff  you away, one joint at a time. 

Flying high 

When I was ten years old, I stumbled upon a book written by a very old man. It was picked up by mistake then, but now I know that nothing in life is by mistake. The book was a written diary of the environment he shared with his wife of many years. 

He described their home as a big box with many tiny boxes inside of it. He described his wife’s attitude towards him as cold and composed. He went on and on about these boxes and how they were filled with distant memories. Memories they shared that were unforgivable and unmentionable. So there they stayed in the tiny boxes, surrounded by melancholy. 

The book seemed sad to me then, at ten years old and I couldn’t understand why anyone would be in that situation. Love to me, meant all those fuzzy and explosive feelings, ones I didn’t even fully understand yet. 

We spend our entire lives walking around with those same big boxes. And little by little we fill them with the little boxes. We stuff all of our hurt, faults, and insecurities deep down. So deep that we hope they never come out again. 

On the way to the airport, my fiancé of two weeks grabbed her own boarding pass out of our envelope and left mine. I panicked and freaked out not knowing why I hadn’t grabbed it myself. She is my fiancé isn’t she? So why wouldn’t she grab both of the boarding passes? We would soon be flying to England, and I’d never even been abroad. 

The urges to flee the airports would come in waves, and as we scrambled through finding our way, I wondered why I’d done this to myself. Because the girl that I had spent five months with on the phone was right in front of me. Then in an instant, the person I’d dreamt forever to have was suddenly like a stranger to me. We both wandered around like shells of people, an out of body experience, unexplainable. 

We then boarded the second and longest flight, where we weren’t sitting together. I was in tears most of the time and all of those tiny boxes started to appear. Haunting me like ghosts from the past and putting me in the most vile mood. Even she could tell, that I wanted to run, but something in me stopped me dead in my tracks. Love. I was a cold and overly emotional person all at once. Wanting to be embraced so badly, and at the same time wanting to be forever left alone.

But to love is to understand and accept a person for everything that they are. I lost all sight of what was important to me, and lost all grip with reality. A new kind of numbness over took me as the little boxes leaked everywhere.