I’m upset. I’m upset because I wore all my favourites clothes to see you. My favourite white top, favourite ripped jeans, favourite bra, favourite socks. I wore it all, to see you and now they all hold the strong stench of your memories. Memories of you taking them off, grazing your fingers over them, lingering your dull touch on them, leaving the idea of you on them. Each glance at the fabric and I’m greeted with a remembered smell of a distant you. The elusive you now caught on my clothes, my favourite clothes. My heart is breaking and it’s just all the more worse because I can’t look like a cute heartbroken girl without smelling the stench of you.

Some Kind of love, Some Say

Is it true the ribs can tell

The kick of a beast from a

Lover’s fist? The bruised

Bones recorded well

The sudden shock, the

Hard impact. Then swollen lids,

Sorry eyes, spoke not

Of lost romance, but hurt.

Hate often is confused. Its

Limits are in zones beyond itself. And

Sadists will not learn that

Love, by nature, exacts a pain

Unequalled on the rack.

I didn’t think you’d come.

We keep following

Each other

But it’s like

We never Knew ourselves

Our eyes dart,

We avoid stares

But it’s like

We never Knew ourselves

We passed each other

Once or twice(through the corridor)

But it’s like

We never Knew ourselves

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

Happy Together

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Words: Anon, Maya Angelou, Wong Kar-Wai, Lanaire Aderemi, Langston Hughes

Images: Jim Goldberg, Nan Goldin, Zanele Muholi, Rene Magritte, Wong Kar-Wai.

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