Ever since you left
I’ve been wondering
what it’d be like if we
were just parallel lines
never destined to meet
instead of two rusted cars
with broken brakes at a
crossroad without signage.

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

The best part of being alive
is that you got to decide.
Never settle for less
than what you can aspire.
Don’t listen to people
who determine your worth
by what they see on
the outside.
You have a thoughtful mind
and know exactly the value
of your heart.
Your happiness is in your hands.
Don’t you dare let it
slip through your fingers.
The hate must not
influence your mindset.
You are you.
Think like you.

You were the moon,
I was the astronaut.
I waited years
to taste you.
I finally reached you
but I could only touch you
between a jump and another.

I’ve never been good at dancing
but I tried my hardest
to not step on your feet
on the dance floor
just to prove to you
that I always made sure
not to trample on your heart
even if
I’ve never been good at love.
But right now
I find myself
dancing all alone
with an empty heart.

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.

I’m destined to have
eternal moments of
catastrophic drought
inside of me,
even if my heart
is an immortal
castaway through
the most brutal
storms of my soul.

I am not who I used to be
and that's a shame
but I am better off
without my soul of yesterday.

Our mind is so
mysterious at night.
It travels to someplace
far away
and come back before
we can even realize.
We don’t remember
the journey,
neither the space-time
continuum in which
we’ve been projected.
At times I ask myself
if my real life is
the one I live in my
dreams.
If what we call reality
is in reality a dream.
We are just wanderers
searching for a place to call
ours.
We are not at home
in our own homes.
When we lay in bed
at night
we seek something
in which we’ll fit.
Something that will suit us
perfectly.
And then we wake up.
Our shelter cracks
and we are driven
into our miserable lives.
Again.
So what is the
aim of all that
wandering?

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.

I have been blessed with
a rose of blue petals
upon which I could read:
I will wait for you
‘till the end of time
on the other side of the world
to admire the most beautiful
northern lights
that are nothing compared
to the blue of your eyes.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

When you’ve got
your trust broken
by someone who
you counted on
there is no glue
in the universe
sticky enough
to put the pieces
back together.

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?

I wish I could erase you
completely from my mind,
but I saw my reflection
when I looked into your eyes.
So how am I supposed
to forget me?