dear date
meet me at five guys
tottenham court road
we'll order burgers
and fries and talk in code
before the show starts
at six-fourty five
don’t be late
or else we won’t survive
the hunger that’ll hit
at seven thirty
keep me waiting and
I won’t be flirty
Felt cute, wrote it, and sent it. And yes, it was well received. And yes, it was a good date.
valentine
Seven men stand
Outside the florist
Waiting to surprise
The person on their mind
Six bouquets brighten
The grey tube carriage
Love littering eye lines
Flowers bringing life
Tell your people
You love them
On the one day you
Don’t have to be shy
I took my own
Fearless, careless advice
And now I am impatiently waiting
For the reply
Oh, I’m a sucker for love - you should know that about me. I was on the bus, driving through Shoreditch and past a florist. The view of men lining up waiting to pick up their bouquets painted me in romance and I thought about who might be on the receiving end of their love. I looked at my phone and thought, “Do I, don’t I,” and battled with messaging a crush something, anything, nothing.
in between
We walked from market to station
two beers between us
minus one degrees.
Sharing three kisses
distance closing between us
unabashedly crushing after these.