it's in disappointment we look for words
to convince us
the spaces between stars are nothing
to worry about,
it's when those secrets burst
in that emptiness between our hearts
and the lumps in our throats.
And the words we find
are always insufficient, like love,
though they are often lovely
and all we have

He told me, 'One day, I'll say "I love you" in French.'

We lay in his mum and dad's bed on a hot August Saturday afternoon. He was holding me wrapped in his arms, kissing me. It felt so safe. I would believe every word he said.

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you though you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don't know. My whole body craves to be held. I am desperate to love and be loved. I want my mind to float into another's. I want to be set free from despair by the love I feel for another. I want to be physically part of someone. I want to be joined. I want to be open and free to explore every part of them, as though I were exploring myself.

I want to go to sleep and wake with my skin taut. I want to feel cum on my face. I want to laugh with my eyes open.

I want to sleep with my eyes closed.