nightlife.

Street lights fall on our faces, illuminating the smiles and excitement.

The night air fills with the sound of heels against concrete, the smell of cheap perfume and cigarettes lingers in the dark behind us.

In our hands we clutch bottles of booze, and the clink in time with our shoes.

The steps up to the door are wide slabs of glinting marble and we sit outside on the cold slabs to finish our open bottles and flick our dying cigarette butts away.

The music from inside is easily heard from the front of the house, and we sashay through the open door.

Laughter and greetings fill the air, barely audible over the bass.

Air kisses and warm hugs are exchanged before we shed our coats and open another bottle. Hours on the patio, dancing and drinking our time away.

Friday night turns to Saturday morning, and we're still going.

With missing clothing and new friends, we sing along badly to the music in between swigs of whiskey.

Sitting out under the stars, it's hard to imagine a better way to spend a night.

It's hard to imagine a better way to spend a life.

raindrops.

in the dark street, i can feel the air thicken

there's a tension and i can smell it.

i look up into the night sky,and then bring my eyes back down to yours.

one step closer, and i can see your hands are shaking.

two steps closer, and i can smell your cologne.

three steps closer, and i can feel your heartbeat through your shirt.

and as the night sky collapses and a torrent of rain pours down onto us,

i feel you pull me closer, hesitate, then touch your lips to mine.

my hands on your shoulders and your hands on my face,

both soaked to the skin.

and your touch is just as sweet as raindrops

i think miss you.

If only you could give me a hint, just a clue as to what you want me to do now.

Because I'm sick of living in the dark.

I'm sick of assuming what you want.

I'm sick of being alone.

It doesn't feel right with you, but it feels so wrong without you.

If you care, then tell me.

If you don't, then just leave me to heal.

Because the scars you left still bleed and the pain I feel runs deep.

17.

Flirty stares and sly smiles.

Loud music and overpriced drinks.

Bare skin and stilettos.

Ragged breaths and pounding hearts.

She likes the change, she likes not knowing.

She likes hearing them cry for her.

She likes being loved unconditionally and giving nothing in return.

She likes the drama and the danger.

She says she has to go.

He begs her not to leave.

Heels click as she walks out without glancing back.

Heartbreak.

Disaster.

Lust.

déjà-vu

I feel like I've been here before.

The icy water surges up to my feet, sending a violent shiver up my spine. The wind squeals in my ears as it blows past me, burning my skin and my hair whipping around my face. The sea air is cold and heavy with salt. It coats my throat and nose, stifling my breath. I see the sand dance and coil up and down the empty beach. The water is dark and rough, unforgiving and cold. Each step into the water cuts my skin, freezing my blood. My hair spreads out in the water, trailing behind me. Tears well in my eyes and spill onto my cheeks, cascading down my face and into the sea.

I have been here before, but something is different this time.

The only thing that is missing is you.