Really like the way

Do you really like the way my scarf hung round my neck?
Cos I thought it was just the sound of your own voice
that was draped in the space between us.

Did you really feel the way we connect?
Cos I thought it was just the sparks as my Ipod crackled intermingled with my sweat.

Did you really like the pale of my lips?
Cos you know that's not real right, it's just Maybelline or Revlon or some other shit.

Do you really want me, to want you to want me to want you?
I couldn't remember the rest, I was too distracted by my own revulsion/attraction.

Does it normally work?
Cos even though they'll all tell you it doesn't
It does.

As long as you don't mind that I want you to want me to want you.

And that's it.

four and twenty

I'm 24. Four and twenty.
Stories in my head, I have plenty.
I. Just. Can't. Tell. Them.

Not cos I don't want to.
I. Just.Can't. Get the. Words.
Out.

I'm not shy, I'm not fly, I don't cry.
I'm not 24.

I've got less years than that.
You'll see less me than that.

You wanna see my hair?
It's shiny underneath
wavy underneath
There's no grey there underneath.

You wanna see my neck?
It's so smooth underneath
So cool underneath
There's no rules there underneath.

You wanna see my kneecaps?
It's so scarred underneath
So marred underneath
There's no covers underneath.

You won't see my neck, or my my hair, do you care? It's not fair.
You won't see my knees, no one sees, I'm not a tease.

You won't see my elbows,My shoulder, My chin, My forehead, my buttcheek, my armpit, my shin. My thigh, my hip, my pelvis, my chest, the small of my back and the curve of my breast.

You won't see my beauty, my pleasure, my shame, my shadows, my silhouette, mu childish game. My giggle, my fighting, my fears and my sigh, my groans, my bruises, not even my lie.

Oh sorry.
You will see that.
The lie. In my eye.
You will see that.