Barry Island Blue

Trashy Elegance

Words have escaped me for the longest time. I have struggled to write about how I have been feeling, about people I have cared about. I have spent months trying to find myself and find my words again.

I put out work that I wasn't satisfied with. I wrote things that didn't quite scratch the itch that I needed them to scratch.

Then you came along.

It was almost like a light switch had been flicked on. I saw you in that dark room, and instantly my mind was filled with beautiful words to describe you.

The way you correct your hair whilst screaming to a good song. The way you grab my hand to drag me through a crowd. The way you have absolutely no idea on how to act like a normal human being. All of these things make you categorically perfect.

Your eyes are as blue as the ocean of thoughts about you that my brain has been flooded with. They pierced into the back of my mind and planted you as a permanent resident. I am incapable of stopping the spew of words about you that leaves my mouth in every conversation. You have taken over my life and my love like a tsunami of rose-petals, blanketing everything I do with the smell of your shampoo.

Call me crazy, call me stupid, call me blinded by love, but the truth of the matter is that you are the reason I have been able to see the colour in the world again. For the longest time the world seemed grey and drab, but now the trees seem a little greener, the bricks of the houses seem a little more orange, your eyes seem that little bit more blue.

Even just thinking about how you choke up when I say nice things, watching your nose just move independently from the rest of your face when you speak. Thinking back to running my fingers through your hair, and the little sounds of contentment that escaped from your chest, I cannot get enough of you.

After hearing you speak with that accent that's not quite what it should be (let's be honest, it's a mess, but that's what makes it perfect), it's the only voice I ever want to hear say those special three words.

I am infatuated with the way you say things, the way you see things. Your ability to make me laugh when there's absolutely nothing to laugh about has breathed a new sense of life into me.

Even the way you walk. THE WAY YOU FUCKING WALK. Elegant yet trashy in the most unforseeably perfect fusion i've ever seen.

The world isn't ready for people like you and me. The world hasn't seen anything like us before. That world, the one that we live so freely in, that world is the one that i'm going to hand to you on a silver platter.

Cities of gold and diamonds are what's waiting for us. We will burn everything to the ground and build it anew in our own twisted image. We will run riot in a world plagued with a lack of love, and I will shower you in a light like you've never seen before.

You are perfect. You are serene. You are elegant and beautiful and very much an earthquake.

I cannot wait to show you what it means to be loved. To fire my own selfish selflessness at you like an arrow. To pierce through every insecurity you have and wipe it off of the map. To make you see yourself how I have seen you; Sent down from somewhere I don't deserve.

So keep being you, never think you need to change because you mean the world to me just the way you are. You are exactly what my life needed, a little more Barry Island Blue.