Thoughts

She must not have known that I had traced the crease around her mouth when she smiles not less than 80 times. There was a strong urge for me to lift my fingers from her hand to run them along her cheek but I held back, fearful of overstepping the line. But even then, I knew the line will be crossed one day.

The tube slowed down to pull into the station at Mile End. Through the window, from where she was standing, she saw the blonde girl’s arms wrapped around the even blonder girl’s shoulders. They stepped onto the tube, walked past her and sat down on the seats in the middle of the carriage. The blonde girl, with her brown roots coming through, in her black turtleneck jumper, black skinny jeans, vintage red jacket and vintage red boots lazily rested her arm on the chair behind the blonder girl. The noise of the train blocked out their conversation. She looked away so as not to stare but a few short seconds later, she couldn’t help but to focus her gaze back onto the couple. The blonde girl now had her dreamy eyes fixed onto the blonder girl as they engaged in a deep discussion. The blonder girl leaned in and rested her hand on the blonde girl’s thigh. Then the station name was announced, interrupting her thoughts. The door opened behind her, she stepped onto the platform in a fluster and speed walked home.

k.g

You loved her, that was clear for everyone to see. It radiated in the way both of you smiled, stamped with everyone's cheers. All of the pints clashed, beer spilled, pats on the back. It was clear for everyone to see. You don't deny it. You fought, you lost it. Holding your shield as your honour long, long after. Now, step by step, you've led me to the centre of this forest of forgotten fairy tales. Your body block the glaring sun from hurting my fair skin, your hand clutched tight on your sword. I've met your every move, now what? I am not a princess, much less game. I ask nothing of you, not for life, nor death, nor history. Only that you'd drop your shield. Would you? -- k.g

Head to toe in black, she says she shines. I know what she means - the shimmering twinkle in her eyes from the tears that don't seem to want to dry. Moonlit lake guarded by trees in the middle of nowhere, she stands and watches her reflections. A lone figure drowning in melancholy. -- k.g

-- k.g

You left, I stopped wanting to see colour. She tells me it's out there, an arm's reach away. But that is still too far for me. You left, And I stopped wanting to see colour. -- k.g

"Do you not want to show me around?" you ask. You do not want to see the mess up in here, trust me. It's crazy up here,  if I could make sense of even a little bit of it all I would tidy up. But I don't understand, so it is a mess. And, trust me, knowing you, you don't want to see. Or maybe you are different now that you've been away from here for such a long time. Or does the winter make it seem longer than it is? Do you remember how long it has been? If you do, then I suppose you wouldn't mind so much. Because you are still you  and I am still me. But you've been away from here for such a long time. "O no, you don't want to see all the mess," I say. -- k.g

-k.g. See Yourself

k.g, Throw, Catch

Deep inside my brain, there is a burial site, are you sure you want to enter? A grave full of skeletons with sullen eyes, are you sure you want to see? Those who have come before you have fallen, are you sure you want to test the tale? Blood drops still on my lips, are you sure you want a taste? -- k.g