I love the noise of rose petals crunching when u pull them apart
I love how a nail file drill feels when it catches ur skin, and before that
can an ache last forever?
can heartbreak last for ever?
I love the glass top of water
and the stillness of Hole
I don’t know what it means to grow old
I’m never not thinking of you
walking round with u on my sleeve
I love the swan on its own
and the roar of the train
I love the things you said to me
Love, the lasting pain
I want to write a million essays on how much Kate Nash meant to me
and how she meant more to me than she did to anyone else, and how when I was 23 I saw her in London in a basement of a shit bar
and I cried and cried and
how I know every one of her lyrics on that first album, even to Mariella, and how they articulated everything I felt when
I was 14
and wore £3 vintage skirts as dresses and
how every time I listen to her
I think of u
but I’m not sure I have the words to get to the heart of it
not like she does, anyway
I’m still not sorry for what I didn’t say