Would you like us to burn in
the summer heat,
blossom like the tulips in spring?
Or would you like us to be as clear
as the winter's ice,
fall like the leaves in autumn?

Here is an offer,
a request to be a lover,
make my love prose longer,
add structure till it's form differ,
once a poem to a novel full of laughter.

I don’t want this
I don’t want to live
I don’t want to be sober
I don’t want to be clean
I don’t want to be responsible
I don’t want to take care of myself

I want to destroy myself
I want to get out of my head
I want to make the room spin
I want to starve
I want to drown
I want to bleed

I can’t enjoy my life
I can’t live
I can’t even suffer right

I've had to struggle
for every good thing.
You came easy.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Our story is a little star
among the vast galaxy
may the stars align for us to meet again
even if it’s just in our dreams

I am danger to men
I must cover up
Behave well and then
Pour my guests a cup
I am heaven to men
I must pamper up
Flirt well and then
Be lustful when I ****
I am hindrance to men
I must shut up
Suffer and when
I speak up and fight
There will be me no more after tonight