You talk and i hear nothing but seeing the movement of your mouth
It is not you as they say it is me and i lost the interest in life
The more i try to listen the more the time stops
They say when you keep your mouth shut things get loud
Somehow my mind is not shutting down
If i can explain the way it works i will have to put labels
And i hate doing things like that
It is not something I’d enjoy talking about
So here i am writing about it to get it out.

When you fall down on your knees
I will be the hands that will get you back on your feet
When you find yourself in the darkness of space
I will be the road that leads you straight back home
When you think that there is no hope in this world
I will sit with you in a hopeless world

Because when I was down on my knees
You were right there next to me
And when I was lost in a dark place
You came as the light I needed to see
And when I thought that there is no hope to be seen
You stayed around just to give it to me

That is why i am here
Because you were here

I still don’t know how I fell in love
With poetry
Maybe because
Everything I’ve written led back to you
Or maybe because
Words transforms into poems for you
I still don’t know the answer
But one thing I know
Is that I will always write,
Not just about you
But also to you.

It’s okay to feel this way, to get at a point of your life where you can’t even stand your own reflection, it’s okay to get up everyday feeling like you can’t do it anymore, it’s okay to live when the only thing you’re thinking about is death, it’s okay because one day you’ll look back at those days and you’ll say that it’s okay, because it is.

You know what?
I’m a fool
For thinking that my life
Can be the same without you
A fool for believing that i can go
Through every single day
Without the thought of you
You know I’m a fool
For acting cold when you left the place
That once you called a home
You know me very well
And you know that
I’m a fool when it comes to you

But one by one I couldn't stop my heart from loving you, maybe it was insane to pick a rose instead of watering it, maybe it was wrong to fall in it but it felt so right and in the end It was my choice and i had the opportunity to end my feelings but the thing is that i wasn’t truly falling because it felt like i was rebuilding my soul from the very beginning and maybe that’s why i loved it.