The Love Poem I Will Never Receive – by Xenia Lily Smeeton

The corner of her smile hides a kiss that you ache to trace.

Her skin, soft, yet she still feels uncomfortable within it.

Words broke her heart years before love found her.

She looks around frantic when she feels unstable but when they lock on you, her eyes melts like chocolate.

Trace her bones while she sleeps, feel her breathing against your chest.

Eyelids flutter shut while she breathes. Dreaming deeply.

Sleep leaves her holding your hand softly, you stroke her palm and she nuzzles into you.

When she wakes and sees you, she’ll stretch, smile contagiously, and bring herself closer to you.

All she wants to do is watch movies and wear pyjamas with you.

When she laughs, it erupts, volcanic, you’ll smile each time.

When she’s stressed you see her run her fingers through her hair and bring herself inwards. Hold her, the creaking, cracking house of her.

She was once told that she holds herself together in all the wrong ways.

Hold her.

At the moment she waits.

And writes love poems to herself that should come from you.

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Creative Work to Date…

Before we decided to publish our work in blog form, we planned to release a literary journal three times per academic year. These are the (gorgeous) pages from what would have been our first issue, designed by the wonderful Freyja Erickson-Rohrer. Enjoy…

 

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(FYI, this brilliant film review was written by Freyja – I think she forgot to sign her name!)

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