Written on my arms
Is the pain
Inside me
Written on my arms
Are the struggles
I’m fighting
Written on my arms
Is everything I’m trying to deal with
Quietly
No one knows
What my head is really like
All they see are the scars and ****** cuts
They don’t see beyond that
To the pain hidden beneath

Can I say that I expected this?
I know I could never hurt you
So I knew, when it ended
It would be you, that threw the final blow
Can I say, that I knew?
You wouldn’t respond to my I love yous
I knew this was coming
That doesn’t make it any easier
And I know this is better for you
And all I’ve ever cared about is your happiness
But I must say, you’ve done quite the number on me
Built me up to a place I didn’t deem possible
And managed to tear me down with just a few words
I was too insecure
I was never good enough, and for that
I am sorry

I want to dance with you under the bottomless sky of stars.

Our feet painting patterns in the wet, soft grass.

When we kiss,
The world will burst with colours.

It will be so overwhelming that we will have to lie down.

Both looking up at the stars and smiling cheek to cheek like two idiots.

Two idiots in love(?)

Hands intertwining and having a dance of their own.

It would be one of those moments when time stops and a familiar thought creeps up on me:

"Oh how nice it would be to die right now, while life is still good and I'm with you".

I love that we communicate in poems
- it's like sending mind-nudes (lol).

I'm showing you my true nakedness, instead of presenting you with my imperfect body.

Fall in love with my soul first
- for it can not be wavered.

But my body on the other hand, is a shape-shifter.

If I eat less and exercise more
- you might like me better.

If I eat more and "let myself go"
- you might not even give me a second glance.

So instead, give my soul a second glance.

Today was the first time we spoke on the phone.

I only had 5min before "lights out" in the psych ward.

I love the sound of your voice.

You made me laugh - thank you.

There was so much more to say,
but I said "Bye" and so did you.

What I meant to say was "I miss you".

What I meant to say was "I'll be thinking about you, until I fall asleep and then I will be dreaming of you".

What I meant to say was...
I ---

Did you see yesterday's sunset?

It whispered "Life is beautiful. It's so worth it. Hold on."

I am worried that I'm falling too fast for you.

We barely know each other,
but it feels like we're a part of one being. 

I hate feeling so open and sharing so much,
but I can't help it - I have a feeling you're worth it.

Should I be looking at this situation as a flirtatious game,
or are you serious about me?

I am afraid to know the answer.