We love the ones who never look our way,
Exalting them in dreams they’ll never know.
We long to fall asleep in their embrace,
And drown in tender feelings as they grow.

But pain grows deeper, sharper every day,
When reason cuts illusions into dust:
We’ll never live within the hearts that stray,
Whose only thoughts are those of love and lust.

I ask myself — since I drew my first breath —
Why has our God so hated us, so cold,
To shape such perfect moments in our heads,
Yet let us die before they can unfold?

He gave us dreams of warmth, of love’s delight,
Then told us: Tempt yourself, believe it’s true.
He made us yearn, and whisper in the night:
“She loves me, yes — and I love her too.”

We tell ourselves we're loved by beauty’s face,
That we belong to some imagined flame.
ntom touch, a kiss we can't replace —
And yet, we whisper love without a name.

We drift back to the life we tried to flee,
Return into the quiet, shapeless dark.
We try to **** the dream, to just let be —
But dreams remain, though torn and deeply scarred.

And till all breathing things draw final sighs,
Till silence claims the last of what we’ve known,
We’ll love the ones who never meet our eyes —
And crush the hearts that call us theirs alone

This is pure, untainted love —
With no return, no mirrored flame,
No response from up above,
No real purpose, yet no shame.

You don’t know a thing of me,
Not a name, not even a trace.
But I know all there is to see —
Whispers heaven chose to place.

There’s sweet honey in your tone,
Like aged wine from sacred trees.
And I forget the world I’ve known
When your dark curls brush the breeze.

Love, in silence, threads my days,
Lingering like soft perfume.
And your tattoo — that one word, “Love” —
Blooms forever in my gloom.

Sometimes crying in the night,
Longing just to feel your heat,
Knowing I will never lie
In the place where your heart beats.

You will never learn my name,
Never know this quiet ache.
But your emerald eyes remain —
A memory I’ll never shake.

I haven't thoughts,
I haven't eyes,
I haven't rumor.
What's my price?

i'm deathless
I'm eating minds,
And it's amazing.
What's my price?

Close your eyes,
You'll see my world —
My darkness, shocking, lying world.
a dip in it,
Start feeling it —
My darkness, shocking mess.

I feel nothing,
As if death visited me.
She’s laughing at me,
She’s scaring me,
She despises me and my life.
'Cause I'm the devil's wife.
This union is indestructible,
And it's eternal.
Tears are pouring from my eyes —
Bad surprise, so bad surprise.

Close your eyes,
You'll see my world —
My darkness, shocking, lying world.
Take a dip in it,
Start feeling it —
My darkness, shocking mess

You want a boy from a neat little clan,
With a house, a dog, and a five-year plan.
A dog named Gatsby — a film kind of name,
While I stay the ghost in your heart’s hidden frame.

The softest, the calmest, the freshest by far,
The girl who won’t moan in my bed like a star,
Who won’t cry out “Faster!” beneath midnight sheets —
Just a memory fading through half-broken beats.

To flip this whole game? That would sure be divine,
But you are a caliph — you don’t cross the line.
“You must find your peace,” you said with no fuss,
While I threw up alone on a tile full of dust.

You came like Malvina — a porcelain flame.
I said, “I love you,” you answered, “Not same.”
“Not same,” was your word, your full quiet end,
I drowned in that “no” you refused to amend.

In my ***** I sank, like a ship full of rot,
It smelled like the people that heaven forgot,
It smelled like the fires that bogs never lose —
I died in that bathtub, no chance to refuse.

You put me to sleep like a dog gone too sick.
Too bad I’m not Gatsby, not pretty, not quick.
My owner? Not someone from sweet family ties —
He'd hold my paw softly, not hand me goodbyes.

You held my hand just to whisper: “Now die.”

You're my little prince,
My sunlight, my moonlit glow.
travel through worlds unknown,
Leaving footprints wherever we go.

I can feel it — faint, confined.
It's still there, but undefined.
Just suppressed,
and drugged to rest,
by a pill I couldn’t mind.

My brain won’t think, it slips, it stalls.
Like echoing in padded halls.
It’s wrong, it’s still,
it bends my will —
the silent weight that gently falls.

Traces of fear, of thought, of grace,
drift like mist through a flooded place.
I sense, not live,
no flame to give —
just shadows I can’t face.

Like perfume trails that softly cling —
of fear, of love, of everything.
They haunt, they stay,
but fade away —
as if beneath a wing.

They’re trapped inside, they do not spill.
All smothered
by that morning pill.
It crushed the tide,
the storm, the chill —
the scream I couldn’t will.

The one who walked worn paths within the Garden Ring,
Who bled his hands against the millstone’s turning swing,
Who, though the hunt was on, refused to trade his crown for speed,
Who held his hand out still—so that the nail could pierce with need.

When you die, no one will cry,
No mourners watching the casket lie.
Just an old priest in a faded gown
Will mumble prayers and lay you down.

You pictured storms, a grieving crowd,
Rainfall weeping from every cloud.
But the sun shone bright, uncaring and high —
Not a single soul stopped to sigh.

Your mother won’t be there that day,
Not from grief, not lost in dismay.
She'll hear the news like a distant bell,
And whisper, “Now I can live as well.”

The world won’t pause, won’t skip a beat,
No mass despair, no empty street.
Nothing will shift, no grand goodbye —
Even your dorm won’t stay vacant long after you die.

New people will take your place,
With no idea who filled the space.
They’ll sleep in your bed, unknowing, unfazed,
Where your wrists once bled in a quiet daze.

Their children will run through the greasy hall,
Where you once drank, back against the wall.
They’ll eat from spoons still stained with smoke,
Not knowing the weight of the life you broke.

You’ll die on the way to the ER lights,
Drained of blood from long, quiet fights.
And in the file they’ll calmly note:
"Self-inflicted. No suicide note."

One more night is all we have — just you and me,
One more mad and moonlit evening, wild and free.
Your eyes meet mine — and suddenly, I breathe.
I whisper, “Darling, let’s just lie beneath.”

And may this night stretch on a thousand more,
I’ll keep your gentle gaze in memory’s store.
But soon the moon will rise again, and though we try —
We’ll never meet again, no last goodbye.

Love me as I am,” you say —
The dumbest line we use each day.
It holds no truth, it holds no grace,
Just empty words in a worn-out place.

You mumble it with trembling tone,
He looks through you, cold as stone.
You hoped for poems, stars, romance —
But he won’t give you one more chance.

You dreamed a boy with softer hands,
Who feels, who sees, who understands.
But hearts like his, so dark, withdrawn,
Will never bloom, will never dawn.

You wanted tales with happy ends,
You hoped he'd break, but no—he bends.
nder touch, no gentle smile,
He’s drowned in poison, hate, and bile.

The light once clear has turned to ash,
His soul is twisted, cold, and brash.
He won’t believe in something pure—
Too scared to love, too insecure.

“Love me as I am,” again—
You chant it like a holy strain.
But poems aren’t for girls who cry,
And he’s too lost to even try.

“Love her as she is,” you fool—
It’s not such nonsense, not so cruel.
But blind and proud, you walked away,
And let your joy just rot and stray.

Come with me — we'll find some distant shore,
And read our letters written in the sand.
ger can't be spoken, nothing more—
The dawn has come, but not from East as planned.

My anger can't be spoken, can’t be named,
But still, I see the sunlight in your eyes.
ger can't be spoken or explained,
But still, you walked with me beneath the skies.

And every word we wrote was softly spoken,
While sun kept warming all our wounded ground.
Though something deep inside me still feels broken,
You came with me—and that is peace I've found.

Hey girls,
What's up, boys?
on, little cup of tea —
Maybe forty, maybe eighty.
on.
n stay at home alone
With tea, or maybe something... no.
real life with love —
No God, no rules, no thoughts.
not good,
But we have a choice, a voice.

A million boys, a million girls,
We have a choice, we have a voice.
A choice to be clean, a choice to be free —
My voice is heard, my voice is heard.

We're not over people —
We're just people
Who want love,
Who want part.
over people.

I can't look backstage at the performance,
My eyes close from Sin City.
want to be more pretty,
But I can't.
ult in me —
In my heart it's cold.
e of opinion
In this laid-back world?

My spirit is more clean,
But you just can't be clear.
n be honest with Mom,
We can be honest with Dad —
They maybe won’t understand,
And it makes me upset

A million boys a million girls
we have a choice we have a voice

He wants my skin,
He wants the flame,
He draws me in —
I feel the shame.

He needs my heat,
My full surrender,
He calls it sweet —
I can’t feel it.

He needs my soul,
My heart, my crying,
He wants it all —
But I am dying.

The mirror’s dim,
My chest is hollow.
He beckons me —
And I still follow.

He wants my breath,
My broken frame —
I want the sniff,
He want's my pain.