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Jonas Sep 2022
I was gonna keep this side hidden
but now I'd like you to see
Jonas Sep 2022
I used to be a dreamer

At night or day

I'd make shapes out of the clouds in the sky
out of fire places and amber cracks,
out of the wood planks of my bed at my mother's place
and the bathroom tiles on my father's floor.

I'd listen to the stories pigeons coo
and what the wind whispers in the willow trees
If you'd cared to stop and listen.

In my worlds I'd be the hero
of course.
I'd be strong,
untoucheable.
Come out on top.
Untouched by all.
People

I can still see those shapes
but I have to make myself look.
I've lost that innocence.
People made me.
People

I'd like to be a dreamer again.
But it gets lonely
getting lost in your dreams.

How much longer
can I
Continue
?
Jonas Sep 2022
Like magnets spinning in the air
we lose each other just to find us again
you pull me in

Like grans puzzle pieces on white table cloth
we find out how we stick together
we add to each other, to make a hohle
Jonas Sep 2022
When a train runs by you
at top speed

You feel the urge
feel the pull
towards disaster

My are thoughts are with my head tonight
lieing on the tracks
Jonas Aug 2022
Hi
This is my hand,
resting heavily yet softly
on these pages

Your thighs are out of reach
Jonas Aug 2022
How many differnet scents
can a book take on
over the course of it's lifetime?

A new addition
to your treasure cave
Stories wanting to be found
Jonas Aug 2022
I stood still for a moment,
my bad

I've forgotten how it felt
When I don't busy myself
all the time
When I don't cloud my mind
with insignificant things

I'm burned out to the foundation
The easiest tasks are mountains to climb
with no energy left, nor appettite or joy
There's a  constant weight on my chest
a hohle in my tummy,
and a heart beating so fast
for a body this numb

It beats "you're not good enough"
my breath whispers "pathetic"
my hands scream "how useless"
without the energy to make a fist.

Gravity is a merciless foe
pulling you down, inevitable
Sleep means unconsciousness,
not rest
At least a little peace

I do my best to give you the love you deserve
to show you what you're worth
as no one did before

I'm scared  tho of my growing indifference
You're begining to annoy me
when I should be welcoming your love
As you love me like no one has ever done before
like I've  been wanting to be loved
Wanting
for all the time stuck up in my room,
Selth loating, piting myself
"pathetic," in ,"pathetic" out

my bad,
it's a losing game
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