all i know about you
are words on a screen
our memories together
are now
just pixelated photographs
from a summer we threw away.

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I chose
a future in the clouds
over
the love pouring from your chest.



- career paths

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I am losing my home again.
what watered and fed me for a year
will be a wilting memory
in another
must I keep uprooting myself
in the pursuit of happiness
I keep forgetting that for a moment
it is nice
to be
still

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this island isn’t quite what I thought it would be.
a landscape of plastic pollution and waves of
travellers coming to romanticise
the sunscreen bleaching your floor.

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when I think of home
I see love.
rolling green.
fingertips on condensed
window panes,
following water drops.

I feel a breeze
in an untamed mane
climbing up moss covered rocks
to reach the summit.

I see love
in smiling faces and
the clink of beer bottles,
laughter as we stay in
and
I catch your eye.

I smell damp streets
cobbles infused with rain,
a night tingling with anticipation,
bodies spilling into the street.
we are still young.

I feel love
in my chest
it is bursting out
reaching out
grasping
yearning
for what isn’t there

when I think of home,
I wonder what it’s doing now.

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take your loneliness.
breathe into it, give it light, give it
space
turn it into solitude.

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you say
i am passionate
and this is where my heart swells.
but it didn’t stop
us
from breaking it

because we stopped being honest
when we started talking in roundabouts
and single sentences

because we stopped being honest
when we were too afraid to be fragile
and i closed your mouth with a kiss
instead of letting words pour out

i am passionate.
but i only gave you a glimmer
when I should have given you the sun.

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this will pass too
and become a memory
you look at through hazy, romantic eyes
and wonder why
you were so unhappy
when it looks
so good
from
so
far
away

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you say
i am passionate
but I only gave you a glimmer
when I should have given you the sun

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let us dance
around our words on rooftops
and lips
in hotel rooms

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