It is holding my hair when I throw up cos
he broke my heart and being sober is too
painful right now.
It is telling you that I am not up for a night out can we please stay in, the world is just too much
and you saying i am coming over with junk food, let’s just be together
It is saying stuff i don’t wanna hear it is,
where is my top, I lent it to you weeks ago, what? i have no idea what you are on about
the late phone calls, the tears
and your shoulders, your strong shoulders, always
your arms, lifting me
the whatsapp groups, the tits pictures
these same ones i accidentally open on the tram and that everyone can see
they are just boobs at the end of the day.
complaining about your stretch marks and me telling you they are beautiful
they show you made it alive through years of wanting to
growth loss love
every single step of it
and we are still here for
It is the
let me know when you’re home. Please
just in case, I want to know when
you are in bed, safe.
I didn’t get the job i text you
and you call me just to tell me that it’s all bullshit
and that i need to keep on fighting cos
my time will come.
synchronised menstrual cycles
bleeding at the same time
renewing our systems with
new dreams, powering through it with lots of
chocolate and sylvia plath.
it is dismantling patriarchy around a glass of wine at the
watching louis theroux documentaries and
falling asleep on the settee.
It is spoken word nights
safe spaces and
street harassment and trying to
navigate through this all without getting
It is the length of your skirt
my armpit hairs
sexist comments in the workplace
it is holding you on the phone when i walk alone after a night out
It is saying i believe in you when you feel like a failure and that at twenty five
you still don’t have the dream job and the dream life you thought you’d have when you were fifteen
It is saying “fuck that”
It is moving overseas but still video calling
spending hours laughing and crying
remembering the good old days.
It is not letting life get in between.
no small talks on our first dates
fuck the weather fuck the rain
let’s go straight to your
daddy issues and your
I want to know the name of your first kiss
I want to know if it was gross or beautiful
or maybe both
and i want to know how you are feeling in your guts now,
As we speak.