Nervous | Prose

We were on our second date -young and nervous- sharing a popcorn bucket in the dark theatre. Somewhere in between the movie his arm found its way around my shoulders -warm and nervous- I leaned towards him looking, but not looking meeting, but not meeting his gaze. His arm slipped down settling between my waist … Continue reading Nervous | Prose

Stable | Prose

So I lay here, amid my cold purple sheets, wondering if I'm on your mind, just as you are on mine. But then I see the unanswered calls, the 'seen' messages, the excuses for not keeping up with my affection, the sheer lack of reciprocation. So I go back to listening to the whirr of … Continue reading Stable | Prose