Little storm in a teacup, I deserve so much more Buckling to my knees beneath you, For more than seven hundred and thirty days
Rose coloured glasses, subservient- Never again will you be the reason for Sweaty palms, aches at 3am, And anything and everything in between. —- A train ticket dated from 2015, Polaroid of me in your back pocket -I want to get to know you —- S.G - did you ever love me? 01/02/16 - I am well aware of what has to be done with a second chance Third chance Fourth — Melting in her arms as she recites me poetry, the words dancing around us, vivid, intoxicated; The eloquence of you. ———- All I ever wanted was to be a part of your world consistently falling in love with the potential of you ————— 06/09/18 I am heaving at the thought that I could ever love Someone like you/ It has never been easier to leave Absolutely anything Even remotely beneath me \\ Thank you
“Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood.”— Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco
