People will say anything to have attention. They will say what and who they are, but we don't listen because we want them to be what we want them to be. It all comes down to what I want versus what's expected from me.

last memoir

I wonder how your skin feels underneath the sweater I got you. Soft and as light as it can be feeling helpless without me. Do you feel like how you thought you would by now? Im not sad to see you go but Im only pretending you know.

Her visits to my mind are getting shorter by the second. I'm sure she’s moved on much easier than me. Boys drool over her shadow: her laughter does what the night does to the day.

If youre making love to her, think of the summer kisses. She’ll do you one further and leave your head pirouette. It's easy as it does it. But things aren’t clear when looking between the lines.

Dear me dear
me. I have lost my sleep
and can't recall where I
last left it, seems like
you should be here some
where. Did you leave me
or did you lose me
or did I ? Should I
begin the search for you ?
It's been fifteen days. I
became to realise

I thought this and you
thought that. I ran, you chased
you ran, I chased. forest red
to light black.
Hand over innocuous smile
playing perpetually.

Would it be alright if I came closer ?
Would it be alright if I move closer ?

You used to get it in your summer dress
rock me baby cake, gimme a kiss.

Where did you go, oh flo?
you took left to last lament lane
and you're not coming back again.