sailor

Drowning in the sea

As I see how far you have gotten

I watch you sail into the sunset

You may come across another storm

But for now you are safe and warm

You may have a few scratches and leaks

But my god do you look beautiful

As you rock side to side

Stably over the waves

Stably

Taylor

Drowning in the sea is a metaphor for crying so much as I see a dear friend be in a better condition and place in their life. The strength they must have had amazes me, and moves me. Heres to you, and everyone else that overcomes their life difficulties. There will always be another storm, but you did well sailing through this one 🙂 xx

Love myself

I can’t love someone else

I’m not ready

Saw something saying otherwise

Saying that you learn to love yourself through others loving you

No

Others love me and I just don’t

Others see this beauty somewhere in me

That I just can’t find

And I am trying everyday

But I just can’t understand how the thought of me can make someone smile

Or how my presence could be wanted

I don’t understand it

I don’t understand how I have been the one to break peoples hearts

I do understand

Its because I can’t love them

But they can love me

Something that I can’t do either

Taylor

Spark

I don’t want love

I just want to feel and see sparks

Like a faulty cable

Sparks flying between out lips and teeth

And intertwined tongues

I know I’ll end up getting electrocuted or burnt

But for now I will enjoy the fireworks

And the bonfire will come later

I want to have my heart forget its rhythm

Legs not know how to walk without wobbling

Stomach bubbling and fluttering

I will enjoy the blood rushing to my cheeks

I don’t give a fuck about the consequences

Light the firework

Plug in the cord

Let the sky be lit up

In lust

Not love

Taylor

love/pain

I wasn’t made for loving

Just for a bit of fun

I wont ask for your support

because that would just be dumb

Because I’m not worth the pain to love

My love isn’t worth the pain

you’ll be put through

Lets just leave it at friends

Because you can’t deal with my brain

Its missing a screw…

or two.

Taylor

wreaking ball

I don’t want to be the wreaking-ball

Smashing down feelings

every time they get built

But you said when you first met me

that I was

and that you knew

I would be the one to tear you down

It just took a year too long

but you were right all along

I guess I’m not as good as I thought

Taylor

I really believed in love, but after a year with someone, and when I had to end things, and then having to reject other people, made me feel like love or liking someone, is the most abstract concept. And I hate hurting people, so to break someones heart, absolutely killed me inside, which makes me scared to love again.

back of the bus

I hear you at the back of the bus

Staring eyes up my legs

I hear words describing my body

From my toes to my head

You talk about what you would do

But you dont see my music is paused

You are being quite creative

But I still wont applause

Your lack of balls

Compliment me to my face

But its alright of course,

You wouldn’t even get a taste

Taylor

As a woman It can feel dehumanising when you hear people talking about your body and what they want to do. But there is still some empowerment I find in it, that something as simple as my body will be the centre of your attention, and conversation. Find it powerful how my body can turn their heads away from anything else to say.