'I should have just called for help and ran like hell that day'
Dear You,
I have started making plans. Big plans for travelling and adventuring. Plans of discovery. I will find out the secrets that have been hidden from me. And I will not find it out alone. Too many years have secrets been such a part of my life, and I am now in a position to make my own decisions and find my own answers. After all this time, I will not let you (w)in.
Love San
Monday, 4 July 2011
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Dirty Little Secret
'Maybe you should just sit back. Because I need to see you smile again.'
Dear You,
Where do I start? I have so many things to say to you. Not least that you are a idiot. Except that you're not. But I wish I could show you what you've done to my heart, my head, my oxygen. Its like you've infested, and now you live there. Just underneath my skin.
You smell foreign, and lovely, and new, like cigarettes and music, the lyrics to which I dont know perfectly yet. You brought a sort of dark colour to my life, and then you took it away, but my fingertips still remember how you feel. And theyre throwing off this heat that was meant for you.
And now my hands are burning, for something I cant have.
Enjoy the weather where you are.
Love San.
Dear You,
Where do I start? I have so many things to say to you. Not least that you are a idiot. Except that you're not. But I wish I could show you what you've done to my heart, my head, my oxygen. Its like you've infested, and now you live there. Just underneath my skin.
You smell foreign, and lovely, and new, like cigarettes and music, the lyrics to which I dont know perfectly yet. You brought a sort of dark colour to my life, and then you took it away, but my fingertips still remember how you feel. And theyre throwing off this heat that was meant for you.
And now my hands are burning, for something I cant have.
Enjoy the weather where you are.
Love San.
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