I always say I want
to die before I’m old
but our hands will
be forever intertwined.
Promise me infinity.

Let me discover
the weight of your heart.
Open your chest and
hand it to me.
Does it treasure love?
If it doesn’t,
take the liberty to
undress my soul
and steal it from there.
You know I won’t mind.
I will take your darkness instead
and put your demons
inside of me
to let them destroy me.
I know you won’t mind.

She asked me the moon
so I packed my bags
and traveled through
thousands of galaxies
just to steal it from the sky
and gift it to her.
When I was home
light years later
she told me she got
sick of waiting and decided
to settle for someone
who gave her a flower
by simply picking it up
from the grass.

Little girl
don’t you cry.
I know you’re scared.
Everything seems
so much bigger than you.
The world could be
a dreadful place
sometimes.
It spins too fast
for you to
keep up with it.
You’ve got to run.
You are allowed
to fall too
but be quick
to get back up
on your feet.
Nobody is gonna wait
for you out there.
They will even step on you
any time they can.
It is a mortal marathon.
Time to grow up
little girl.

I deprive my heart
of blood for I write
these verses with it
in the hope it would
merge with yours
the moment you see
my heart is meaningless
if you spurn my love.

To naively trust someone and
show them your weakest spots
is like giving guns to the enemies
and hope they will not fire.
It’s like throwing punches in the mirror
praying that your knuckles won’t bleed.
It’s like talking to the sky
thinking it will understand
and eventually talk back,
but it won’t.

All these years spent
building a home
out of the bricks
of my fragile bones
and now I find myself
talking to the stars
in the soft moonlight
for I am a skyscraper.

Stormy sea you treasure
and I dive into you
to swim towards the
deepest depths of your ocean
into apnea because
that’s how you leave me:
breathless.

When you lose
someone you love
you turn the color
of glass.
Colorless.
I thought the absence
of all colors was black.
It’s not.
I am.
When you lose
someone you love
you turn the shape
of glass.
Sharp.
Broken and splintered,
ready to hurt anyone
who only dares
to come a little bit
closer.

Disappointments are like
baby tooth:
they teach you to smile
when you are still weak
but make room for
something stronger
as soon as you
are ready.

You are trapped in that limbo in
which your freedom coincides
imperceptibly with your loneliness
without being able to tell the
difference between the two,
scouring for an answer in that
horizon you are staring at
enchanted, for it is just like you:
the fine line between
the abyss and the sky.

If you could choose between
losing yourself and discovering
the deepest parts of your soul with
their weakness, fragilities and fears,
what will your choice be eventually?
And if you go for the first one,
will you walk in the streets
like an empty body looking lost
among humans whom souls you
cannot and do not want to touch?
And if you go for the second one
will you have the strength to fight
the demons who will come at night?
Will you see your soul while looking
in the mirror and recognize it as yours
in its whole being, with its scars?
If you could be whole, would
you still choose to be a half?

The girl who cried wolves
has been told too many times
to shut her mouth
that now she is crying her own name
having she herself become
the wolf.

To chase
honesty
in a bramble
rather than
in a thornless
rose.

A bruised body
doesn’t hurt as much as
a shaking soul
and trembling heart.
It’s the winter in me.
My ice-covered mind
is too cold to think properly
and my hands so frozen
aren’t able to
reach out and hold
spring.

Where do the dreams go
when the dreamers
lose their sleep?

I still wait for you
in that spot in which
we would have escaped
when we needed
each other.
Did you forget
the way?

**** my blood
as mosquitoes do
and may your voice
resound in my ears
as I try to dream.

Show me the heart
who was never cruel
and I will admit my
fallacy in believing
that hate is less
fearful than love.
Always too many absents
at life’s lessons and no one
who raises a hand.

I can see your strength
all encased in your teeth,
in the smile that can’t hide
your never ending zest for life.
For if you burst out laughing
you sound like notes to a song
whose rhythm I can’t follow
but can’t help to dance along.

A death is sometimes
more bearable than another.
When a building is in flames
people choose to throw
themselves out of the window.
The fear of height
can’t compete with
that of fire.
We do that everytime
we meet someone new.
We choose to
leap into the void
hoping to be caught in time.
But at the end
we fall.
And we burn.

What are your plans
for tonight?
How about kissing
each other’s fears away
until light
comes in our way?