im a sad pathetic little girl back then.
i was lost and couldnt find my place in the world.
i was broken by the boy who wouldnt even turn his head my way.
but then you came, you filled up the empty soul that was long been suffering inside this body
you made me think twice about my life and how im living it.
i started to see colors in my dull gray life again.
you brought back the life in.
you ignited the flame that was only one breathe away from being put out.
i was the happiest girl in the world.

was.

because little did i know, you build me up just to shatter me even more.
just like how you light a birthday candle and make its flame go shine brightly just to blow it out.
you ignited the flame inside me only to put it out once you got warm.
you put colors in my life only to realize halfway that you prefer black and white after all.
so you left.

now my life is back to being black and white.
please.
come back now.

I have compared my love
to the lazy, the no good
and to crazy girls of the past,
to my first truck, to a spell,
a moth and a bottle, to the hell
bending moon, if you could tell,
and to a Captain - if not a ship,
and to ways you'll come to know
too soon, but I have never, ever
compared my love for you.

old poets
never die
nor do they
fade away
they live
on and on
every time
you turn
the page

ma voix s'étrangle.

les eus toujours,
les crayons de couleurs,
maladroite
en matière de dessin.

carrefour.
quelle sortie prendre?

la mer.
le silence m'apprivoise.

les cris des oiseaux de mer.

mes crayons de couleurs,
maladroits.

~~~
(Translation...)

strangled voice, mine.

always had them,
the colouring pencils,
unskilful
in drawing.

crossroads.
wich way to follow?

the sea.
silence takes hold of me.

the seagulls cry.

my colouring pencils,
unskilful.

i have never met anyone like him before
he burns like the sun
but the moon illuminates
with his light
he is a drowning ocean
giving the shore it's bounty
he rains chaos
and yet
the flowers grow
he is the kind of heaven
that i would not
mind dying for

What are the odds?
I watched her
Plant her lips on his
She was twirling around him
It was like her affection
Was the best compliment he could get.
What were the odds?
She's my sister.
They wrote letters to each other
For 13 years.
When he finally got out
She left her relationship
As to join her true love.
The one that she struggeled
To love for 13 years.
The one that she struggeled
To hate for 13 years.
I smile with joy in my heart
As I watch his contentment
As he finally wraps his arms around her
And the smile and blush
That appears on her face.
Like it was the best compliment
He could've given her.

They really made it
Through everything
Went to hell and back
With each other
And came out victorious.

I decided recently
That maybe I'm better off alone
Just for a while
To sort myself out.
The thought gave me
Immediat and deep peace.
Everything made sense again
And in this moment
As I watch you
In each other's embrace
I know for the first time
That that's what I want for myself
And it's worth the wait.

There I stood
About to join the back of the line
As our eyes met
You were the tiny guy
Looking quickly
From the corner of your eye
Almost like you had no right to.
I briefly made note
Of the shy glare
You threw at me
As I struggled with
A whole new warderobe
And some daring lingerie
For the hell of it.  

As I stood chatting
With the colorfull cashiere
It hit me: you're Kevin
The memories came flooding back
You and your brother
Chauffered us around
For a brief while
In the summer of 2007.
I always wondered
How someone with
A severe growth disorder
Managed to stay
So incredibly sweet.

You were always a good boy
5 years older than me
And 15cm smaller than me
Your brother always
Protected you from harm.
But now tell me...
Were you embarassed
When we played
"Pass the ice cube"
And I kissed you full on the mouth?
Understanding full well
That that was your first kiss.
I wasn't making fun of you
I merely felt that someone
With a heart like yours
Should've been kissed
A long time ago.