sugar anchors

yesterday i made a paper boat.

i wrote his name on it.

just before spring arrives,
i'm going to put it in my pocket,
i'm going to battersea park lake,

and i'm going to let him go.

a mixtape that makes me cry.

twinkle twinkle, little heart

"your heart doesn't fill in with blood, it's made of sugar"
and her words keep my sugar heart going, as i long for the spring,
and try to come out intact again of the most meaningless,
oh-this-could-have-been-love story.

and one day he told me that if i left, he would never find anybody else. but i always knew he would. he was never wrong about love, it was just me he was wrong about.

hello goldfish

in the summer i was in love in him,
in the winter i told him i'm not.
so i forgot love,
put my bathing suit on,
and went swimming every morning in the pond.

there were no fishes or swans.

the winter is love because: you listen to your favourite music, endlessly, until you are over another winter love story

the winter is love because: you remember benjamin, forever (or this winter) ago

stolen from somewhere. too beautiful not to be shared with the world