We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.

i loved myself today
amidst all of this stress
amidst all of this negativity
i decided
to take a moment
to just love myself






i feel better now

my god
i need you
not only for
being here
loving me
with all your heart
i need you
to touch me
in places a boy
could never think of
touching me
because he is
just a boy
i want you to
whisper my name
with your deep voice
making me heart race
my stomach turn around
and
making me all longing
my god
i need you

They say
You should start moving on
You are hurting yourself
Waiting for something
That is not going to happen
They say

I want to turn off the sound of the world
Too loud
Too much
Too hurtful
I feel how I am breaking
Is this what love is supposed to be?

Move on
Move on
They keep saying
I am a prisoner to my own thoughts
To their words
A circus

Here I am
With words of the others in my head
“Move on, there is no point in waiting.”

Here I am
Sitting next to the love of my life
Waiting for him to wake up








Or to keep sleeping for eternity


-how I would feel if I were her

the darkness of his shadow she claimed her home
locked in a room, with the keys in her hand
she doesn't dare look out the window
terrified to see something that could save her

I try reaching for her hands
yet they're too busy holding on to hope
that the person that she once loved
might turn on the light and save her -
she is not to be saved by anyone but herself

I watched her slip through my fingers
she let herself fall
into a mans trap
who had no intentions of ever freeing her
who only called her beautiful when the blanket was covering her
and her bare skin
his voice filled the room, hers was barely used

mother, I tired to save you
but you are not to be saved by me
by him, anyone
but yourself