You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when my thoughts are drunk on you

and I wish I was more than just somebody you know

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when the confusion between ‘I’m ready to love again’ and ‘just walk away’ doesn’t hinder my desire

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when the idea of ‘living’ sounds better with you in it and I struggle to picture myself with anyone but you.

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when addiction forms and lust or love, force my infatuation infested crush to want to give you a chance.

Jade Novelist ©️ 2018

I would kill for a lover whose idea of romance included caring about my mental health.

Instead of flowers and apologies,

neglect and promises of future memories,

they would be conscience of how their actions would affect me.

Someone who cared to handle my mind in a good way,

not just knowing how to trick my clothes off

but someone who felt my sanity was my best quality and they wished to preserve that.

I would kill for a lover like that, where is my one worth killing for?

Jade Novelist ©️ 2018

i am no stranger to loss,

i have had many a best friend turned lover,

confusing kind words for affection

mixing secrets with lost hands,

hands that touched more than my heart

in more than just gentle ways

i am no stranger to loss,

maybe that’s why with you I’m less cautious

and mixed signals might be necessary

so we both have an excuse as to why we could never blossom into love

you belong in the friendzone

and I should not be motivated by fear of being alone

yet here are we

calling what we do meant to be

when will I learn to look for love in the right place?

Jade Novelist ©️ 2018