when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
headfirst
roughly
harshly
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?

I have been living with my sadness for as long as I remember
And I have long forgotten how to live properly as a human being
with various emotions

It is like I have been thrown in an ocean
and no matter how hard I try to swim and chase the light
I always ended up drowning
As if my leg were pulled deeper and deeper
and the air became a stranger to me

So when you said you wanted to leave
I was not surprised
Because it was always like this
People left because
I was
too
sad.

but nonetheless i want to think that this tragedy
is not because of my sadness
it is simply because the right one has not yet to find me.

fire engulfing the combustibles
the soft flickering of red and orange sparks
gentle, but powerful
the smell of charred oak filling my nose
a wave of light, one after the other
lingering warmth on my skin
as if i could ever replicate
what it felt like to be beside you

fire provides us warmth, light,
perhaps a vague sense of security in the hardest nights
but come too close,
and the fire
will burn
you.