>a pulse in my chest i havent felt in a long
time, id rip out my heart and hand it to
you on a platter, “see?? it hurts for you.”

rewind back to when it was you and i,
aware of your leg resting between mines,
pressing oh so slightly.
xploding plastix blurred out by your tongue,
teeth biting into my flesh, a pain i still
desire, admire with a comforting smile.
in the back seats of your brothers car, going
140, not a care in the world, just yours
and mine, fingers playing.

they say forgetting comes easily for me,
but do you..?

>maybe i care too much
but better that than not enough.
maybe i care too much
but maybe you care less than enough.

>never put sugar in my coffee, unless
i ask you to. its a whimsical science
and its about as accurate as monday
weather.

i dont care for a novel, or a love
sonnet. send me a haiku instead. i
prefer it to the point and with
intent.

accept my insecurity, british spellings,
inability to be spontaneously romantic,
my shitty luck, and an endless supply
of sarcastic remarks.

change “a never” to “an ever”, learn to
read between the lines, realise a good
morning sms means more than 2 hours
on the phone.

adjust your legs to fit my bed, your
hips to match my body’s position. ignore
my roommate, i love the way you moan.
do it again. and loud.

read my lips when i say “i like you”, my
eyes say more than that. play with
my fingers, take my ring and every
poem i write you in.

i dont know if you want to love me,
but here are a few tips.
(just in case.)

>one mississippi
from the corner of my eye
i see you smiling at me

two mississippi
i pause, want to turn around
but keep walking instead

three mississippi
thoughts flash thru my mind
trying to find an excuse to go back

four mississippi
i dial your number
need to hear your voice

five mississipi
its five seconds past heartbreak
and it was amazing.

>it happened so
quickly. like running a
stoplight in rush hour.
(please, dont slow down.)

it happened so
slowly. like closing of
your eyes.
(right before you fall asleep.)

it happened so
boldly. like my ring
you demand with a smile.
(i give it to you gladly.)

i think i fell in love with you
today. just like i did
yesterday.
(and tomorrow ill do it again.)

>sometimes i exit your car and electricity
s
n
a
p
s
on my skin.

every time a welcoming reminder
of how my heart races when i see you
walking towards me, a reminder of
the burning of my lips when youre
close and the dots on my neck you so
proudly admire.

hasnt even been 30 days and
im exploding anyway.

>sitting silent, trying to apply myself to my memory of
you (it seemed unforgettable, its now long gone)
in every eye that i caught you set a smile, kept me
content with desperate flickers of light as night pours
its torrent of blue and black over the sky

it truly is darkest at that moment just before dawn
(even for the joker and his harlot-painted bride).

>to, s tole punco, to ni dobra ideja
caki, pa kaj jaz to pravim
sej ni punca
nimam pojma, kolk je stara, ampak ni punca
zenska je
ja, zelo je lepa
ja, fenomenalno telo ima
a je sploh bila pijana
kak sploh ves
nimam pojma, kaj je bila
a je sploh pomembno
fak, a se mi samo zdi, al me vse srbi
ne, ne, te hlace so
vedno mi nekak cudno sedijo
pizda, tist je blo sexy
tko prekleto sexy
tist je blo velik vec kot samo sexy
filing sem imela, kot da sem v nekem bertolucijevem filmu
nacin, s katerim je drzala svoj kozarec vina
in ko si je obliznala ustnice
fak
ko se je vsedla zram mene je bilo obema jasno, da nisma ena za drugo
sploh ni blo niti cudno
nobene kemije, nicesar
zacela sma se menit o vsem in nicemer
in potem
potem ne vem kaj se je zgodilo
kot da bi ona mislila isto kot jaz
nobenga namena nisem imela iti z njo domov
s katerokoli
samo dva kozarca
dva kozarca in grem domov
dva
nic vec
pa kaj je narobe z mano
zakaj sem tako zivcna
okej
rabim cigareto

>you said you like what i write (three times)
still i find myself sitting on a bench in a nearby park
playing with words and phrases
creating them anew
writing hilariously long sentences at 15 past midnight
slices of my thoughts i never post
in fear of people (you) wondering

“who are they really about?”

because

really
(in one way or another)

they are a l l about y o u.

>povej mi
zakaj.
povej mi tocno zdaj, da bi me lahko bila ljubila
da bi midve lahko bile
nekaj, ce bi le
bil nek drug cas.
prosim.
izgovori te besede
pa ceprav ne bodo zvenele prav.
pozabi, da me
ne mores imeti rada.
prekini to butasto tisino
zasepetaj mi, da
bos vedno tu zame.
ker ves, da bom jaz vedno
tu zate.
poljubi me.
tu
sedaj
ko sma sami
izbrisi ze enkrat to distanco
med nama.
delajma se, da jutri
ne obstaja.
ker obe vema, da je to laz.
jutri bos spet njena,
in jaz bom sla s tabo na kavo.
na najino kavo
ko niti natakar ne obstaja
zato prosim
povej mi
zdaj
povej mi
zakaj ne.