Monthly Archives: February 2013

Sunbleached Jeans


I thought I saw you, and almost said “hi” but stopped
In time, because I realised, like you do
That it wasn’t you, just the unlucky fool
Who had bought your clothes from the charity shop.

At once, he and I were united it seemed,
Not because we’d both had our hands
Undo your jeans,
But rather because we’d both had
A choice, yet stupidly chosen you.

Unknowingly we let you into our lives
(and our bedrooms) and close
To our innocent skin.
Unaware of how close
To hatred we’d been.

We try and throw memories away
But they just follow us anyway.
Like chewing gum on the sole of your shoe
Tainting each step we take, to
Try and make a better life
Accumulating filth
Embarrassing us along the way.

Until one day
They’re so old and rotten
That they almost become forgotten,
Like a night full of bad dreams
Just like those sunbleached, blue jeans.


D = 2-1


Why do 1100 miles seem more to you
than 2,000 kisses between us?
How can 7.5
hours by my side
mean less than 45 minutes on a bus?

Why are 2 hours on a plane
too many
against 2 years of me and you?
I just don’t understand,
how holding my hand can’t be
enough reason to see it through.

You see, to me,
those 1,523
times you held me tight
I adored, and they mean more to me
than those 100 stupid fights.

It was you that gave me 405 dreams.
What gives you the right
to end the distance
and give me
an infinity of sleepless nights?