People rushing left and right,
sprinting to not miss the final flight.
Your face is hidden, suddenly in sight,
in between the people running. Overnight
my view has changed. It disappeared,
the view, the connection, the holding stare,
sometimes in my worst nightmare
it returns. My only flight, cancelled.
Too late to find another.

A sun too bright, alone at night,
too much food for me to eat.
You are carried by such precious feet,
looking like the set of fears I couldn't fight.
Frightening eyes, stares and cries, out
into the emptiness, into all and loud.
Why are you not proud,
no one can read, do you feed
on agony?

Wreck me, nothing left, you did
destroy, and now it's to get rid
of me, my joy.

In pain, in vain, my body starts
to tingle. When there is not a single
choice of yours to all the seperate parts
of you, it takes some time to mingle

vanity with depression. Every session,
every lesson, to sit and watch, a born,
so very born, strong and wealthy obsession.
I should have ran and long ago torn

myself away. I wish to control my adoration,
I want to choose with whom I fall in love.
Rejected by those and reject the others, elation
is my second motive. If I had only shoven

her away from me, when I could. Being none,
it's worse than being nothing, doings undone.

This loneliness won't leave me alone.
I am a bird, I have a lot of nests,
I need a tree.

Searching for another bird to share it with.
Nests pile up, a tree is needed,
and that other bird.

My tree is busy, my feathers frizzy.
Bookcases are half full.
I need a book.

The nests are not enough when laughing
gets tough, you need a book
and that other bird.

I wish I did not have to tell you what to do.
I need someone who does those things without asking.
I wish I had someone like you, who loved me.
I need someone to actually love me.
Appreciate me, please.
I'm breaking down on the inside.