Fade, into you

I wanna take your breath away.




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You and Me and everyone else
Laura Dockrill





I've bitten all my nails off again
it serves me right.
I can't pick pennys off of tables, file my nails or help to fish out splinters-
but in the winter I can wear gloves and never get the wool caught.
You love my fingers, my knuckles, my palms,
my elbows, my knee-caps, my shoulders and my arms.
You haul me up-keep me calm
like all-bran mixed in lucky charms.
Sweet. Keeping everything moving.
Now i'm getting like that jealous girl in school,
that leaves her bag and jumper on the seat on
the coach on the way to the swimming pool. I have
just got to sit next to you.
Ring you on a tuesday "what you wearing this wednesday?"
Swap laces, swap shoes, swap socks,
you get pizza, I get pasta, swap.
Drink from the same cup.
I want to go to your house, borrow your pyjamas-
Smell like you.
Get all curled up and awkward,
around that radiotor-do my spine in.
Wake up too early, whilst you have a lie in.
"can I use your toothbrush?"
Drink from your tap, let you make me laugh and then flop into you lap.
Eye up your mantlepiece and cut up cheese for you
into small squares and cook tea in the microwave
and make a mess and misbehave and never go away even
when we're making the other one a bit
CLAUSTROPHOBIC



I just wish that I could make us microscopic and
trap us in a snowglobe and set up home-without a way
out or even a housephone... let's stay in and eat this
out of date tolberone.
I want to use your mascara, pray we both get eye infection and sleep in you little room all day-and eat meaat and paint our faces.
I want us to be the spare set of cutlery-
two small teaspoons that everyone forgot about.
Sneak away to the back of the drawer and get found dusty. Out of use.
I want to get lost like two pages from an old second hand book-
from the yellow cracked spine,
24 and 26 we'll fly through pebbles to the sea-
and float away like secret messengers to an island that nbody can see.
See in this world it's you, me and everyone else
it's disgustingly ugly-but it's the trute.
Our chess board, we are the pawns for only
each other-you'll soon discover -
I'd lose to no one but you. My friend.
I adore you.








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