can you hear the world is waking up?

It's not the end it's just an uncomfortable pause.

Do you ever get shivers thinking about how perfect things could be.

Let me tell you about a love that had potential. He arrived late to dates and grabbed my legs like they were his. He laughed drunk one night and asked what I'd like to do. I ended up holding him and that was all and that was enough. He made me laugh from hundreds of miles away and made me laugh when my lips were by his cheek. He challenged my shit and laughed at my jokes and it was over long before it was started and sometimes I think about our chaos as the nicest thing I might have gotten lost in.

My body drains like it was blood when I think of how much I could have loved you.

I am the girl you want your parents to meet who isn't afraid to get tied up while you love me. I am mental, I will scream. I will tell you when I'm mad I will kiss you hard on the mouth when I want you. I will kiss you softly when I want you. I will think about you when I'm making tea or when I'm working or when I'm half way through a movie and I imagine your fingers on my leg. I will tell you drunk at 2am on a Thursday that I have thought about my fingernails in your back. I will want you and I will love you when I fall quietly asleep with my hand on my thigh while the night turns purple and I think about your lips.

I made out with a guy last night, to whom I said (moments after meeting him? I think before learning his name?) 'oh you're a straight white male, go on, I feel like I never hear from your lot.'

I will not do yoga until the accepted name for someone who does is a 'yoghurt.'

I'm off boys. They take you out for minigolf and kiss you properly, then move away as though others that are here might be able to make you laugh the same way.

I want to wake up with you and argue about the virtues of Vegemite toast.

It took two years away but I am finally thoroughly bored of being asked about all the things that kill you in Australia.