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BW Feb 2018
First date. Bistrot Pierre.
Your mother rang you up
"She doesn't want me to *** around, you know what, I will."
I choked on my wine.
Your eyes glittered, your lips curving
into a deliciously wicked cheeky smile

Second Date. Franca Manco.
You went to the bathroom
took your hoodie off to reveal a half sheer top
The pizza or you? I hesitated for the first time
You bit your lips, lashes curled
the blush on you dainty and delicate

Third date. My shower
You massaged my hair while laughing
"We are the weirdest couple ever"
bare lips, wet hair, your body on mine
You made me sober yet fearless as a drunkard
You made a marriagephobic crave for love
"Let's get married."

Your jaw dropped
a true poem haha
BW Feb 2018
NW
You don't drive me crazy the way he does
You don't
Make me reckless, obsessed, sleepless
Holding something I thought would slip
But an illusion that was never there

You don't make me beg for your love
Maybe you don't
Ignore all my feelings, hide my heart under my sleeves
Making August January in one blink
Plumbing my heart into nitrogen gas

But You don't know what you did to me
The party your eyes found my figure in the crowd
the hoarse confessions of love,
Besides my ears, hot breaths and strong arms
Holding me tight even when you sleep
Burying your face in my neck, calling it home
Pulls me into the shower against you and kiss me
wet and willing, until I run out of breaths
Dinners and Carafe, collars and leashes.
The way you look at me, eyes full of love.

So if they ask me if you are my type,
whether you make my heart go mad
I would smile and say no
My heart doesn't go mad, because it found home
You are not my type, you are the love of my life
To the love of my life.
BW Feb 2018
10:39:47
She should be married by now
I watched
The black hand on the white basel
tick on, reflecting my poker face
with the Patek Phillipe logo

10:41:35
Numb. Pain. Pain or numb?
It should be me, she was the one
I had her, she was mine
She likes tomato juice, miniatures
Black Louboutins in size 4 and a half
Tatler, oreo cheese Dairy Queen blizzard
Mint tea, kebab and omakase

10:42:23
Dance. Pole or Burlesque?
body rock hard, eyes on me
It should be me, down the aisle
Her lips always red, her eyes
curl up when she smiles
cat eye, plushies, flowers on fields
Books, panels, her wit sharp as knife

10:44:45
She should be walking out of church
Eyes stared at the door
I had no blue in Tiffany, red in Cartier
Blood on my hands, pyramid top
No time for her, I made it all for her
So she left me in the middle
Of an Hermes store

10:45:13
I saw her, white dress smiling
She didn't look at him
the way she looked at me
10 years ago, today, 10:45
First time I saw her, in a red dress
I opened the car door.
I crumpled my Loro Piana in the rain

10:46:34
I grabbed her, her mother screamed
Her best friend laughed, her dad sighed
The man reached for me,
I am not letting go
a very weird poem about a story of a guy and a girl
BW Jan 2018
They call me heart breaker
But you will never know
How my heart flipped, footsteps shaking
When I saw your back
Roses. Monograms. Black Umbrella.
Warming my hands on rain-washed streets
Canal lined with silver
Cosy bistrot, and how you lit my soul up

They say my heart is broken and gone
But you will never know
How long I wanted it to last
Luscious, wanton, bodies entwined
Chest against cheek, your heart beat fast
Burying my blush in your plushie
Grinning from the bottom of my heart

They say I am cold and merciless
But you will never know
How a girl with a brain as cool as ice
Red lips. Feline eyes. Velvet dress.
But I skipped all the lords and Barons
and accidentally left the rest of my life
tucked in a condo, me in your arms
on a cold January night
to Nicholas. the love of my life
BW Jan 2018
I loved you in a way I
will never love someone else in
The red dress, red lips, sweating
in the tube kind of way
The hot pants, giraffe top
Carbonara at midnight kind of way
Long walks on the boulevard
by the bund
Midnight kisses in the park
Your blonde hair in the sun
Pillars at Four Seasons

I fell in love with Shanghai
It addicted me
But I don't know if I
Fell in love with the city or fell in love
with the way we were

I returned, years later
Five carat. Hyatt by the bund. Soda at midnight
They say I was drunk, they stare in awe
On top of Shanghai
I finally let you go
I finally got over AF on top of Shanghai and it was such a relieve. Some people are poison, although sweet. I am so glad I am over it
BW Jan 2018
"You are out of his league"
I know
"You used to date football and rugby players."
I know
But haven't you seen the way he looked at me
How he dolls me up in dresses
The snuggles. Wine. Abalone and caviar.
You haven't seen the way
He waits for me with roses at the station.
Massaging me on a Friday night, ripping off
his tie to cover me with kisses.
The way he calls me "Princess" and builds me a blanket fort

So what if he is below my league
if he is the one picking out shoes for me carefully
and the one who holds me
When I cry, tears streaming down like a baby
I have a high league.
I know falcons will circle beauty.
At Davos, or maybe Boao.
But he is not out of my league, He is the league
I belong to.
Snow boots and suits through the Swiss snow.
Just to tuck me in
where my heart is at home
NW, such a beautiful master **
BW Jan 2018
I have nothing to offer you
The boy who has seen it all
They are all prettier, heels high
Bullet in chamber, want a piece of you
drives me nuts
So I turn, tuck my fear, on my heels for the run.

He had a silver spoon, then built an empire of gold
They whisper, they try to be the diamond
On your lapel. hurting my eyes
A clown in my best dress, I panick
An amateur to a critic, something too beautiful to touch

I have nothing to offer you, maybe I can cook
In your shirt, omakase on counter.
Maybe I can purr and sunbathe, wink and
dance in the streets, holding you in the crowd.
Wear a collar and paint my nails red on the lawn
I have a temper, I can be tamed too
If only you could see,but I bet you have seen all this before
I have
nothing to offer you at all

I wiped my tear off, they all looked at me with disgust
My lips were crimson, theirs drip blood
I should have known it was vain
Impressing the boy who has seen it all
Playing with fire, sinning with no return.

"I am very nice, don't be scared."

I turn around. You wipe my tears off. They gasp.
Maybe tomorrow you will stay, or you will be gone.
I reached for the light, one night, even one.
I want to belong to.
The boy who has seen it all.
To a great guy called Jason, he scares me and impresses me at the same time. He is a perfect guy and a boy who has seen it all, love him loads.
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