A guy like Chris Martin
Whom express the beautiful words about life
When you tried your best but you didn't succeed
Life is like a gambling
You failed, you fail.
You succeeded, you succeed
A guy like Ed Sheeran
Whom write about love song
Perfect
Like nobody is perfect
But at least when you have met the love of your life
Find a soft spot that never ages
Which is heart
Truly genuine heart that can mingle with your heart
Cause when nothing is left around you, you will always his/heart
And you can set it into a photograph ---

This plague is disastrous...
No casualties quite yet,
But my skin does bubble,
And my soul itches constantly.

I'm sure you're somewhere,
Doing something with someone,
Letting me drop so far
Into your unvisited archives.

Back with the forceps,
And your grand confusion,
Of who or what you thought
You needed to be.

The cough has calmed,
Dreams grow a little strange,
I think of you only once in a while,
But you still are my plague.

I need to accept that you're gone,
not coming back into my life;
to accept the reality that
you were another casualty
I couldn't prevent
couldn't stop...

I can't stop counting the days,
not the weeks or months, but days
that have passed without so much
as a whisper from your heart;
I can't stop breathing your aroma,
the memories that stab my dreams...

I hope & pray you are happy
found somebody who loves you
a fraction as much as I did;
I hope your family is okay
that there was forgiveness &
mending in the days since...
I hope you're okay

I love you always...

Yet again
I try to make some sense of this
heartache
Spin the rejection into something poetic
Searching for melancholy romance in all the missing.
But it isn't romantic
And there isn't always sense to be found.
Sometimes it's just broken promises
And question marks
And heavy emptiness.
And these useless metaphors aren't enough -
They don't fill.
Sometimes nothing fills
The gaps and empty spaces left
When it all comes crashing down
When people disappoint
And people always disappoint.
These words don't know how to soothe
The anger I feel
At them
And at myself.
Sometimes there's nothing you can say
Or write
When your body aches with longing
And your mind tortures you
With all the wishing
For it to have been another way.
These pretty words
And this glorified hurt  
Don't make it any of it less true
I think I've always fought accepting
The tragedies I can't undo.

when i fall,
i don't just fall in love.
clumsily, i stumble
down and then i land

awkwardly and graceless,
stuttering utterly at the foot
of a handsome man,

blundering an apology
out of breath, ineptly
embarrassed about
my shaky hands,

clambering
to dust myself off,
all the while, i try,
desperately, to stand

wishing i could disappear,
i rise as quickly as i can
waving off any helping hand

so he doesn't see
how incredibly stupid
i must be

Don't talk to me about religion
I just don't want to know
All of the species and their origin
Who goes upstairs and who below

In a pantheistic universe
I don't know which God is true
Which one is better, which one worse ?
Who's God is better than whose ?

It doesn't really matter which is real
We are all responsible for ourselves
For what we think, for what we feel
We can't blame it on anyone else

I think that the only need for religion
Is to back up those who are weak
Who don't allow themselves an opinion
Rely on an authority for how they dare speak

All the wars over all​ of the years
From the Crusades, right up until now
All of the deaths and all of the tears
Surely could have been avoided somehow

Sometimes I just want ***,
I want to feel your lips on my neck
And your hand on my breast.

Sometimes I just want love,
I want your arms wrapped around me,
Embraced in your touch.

Sometimes I just want to be acknowledged,
I want to know that when I talk
You hear me.

Sometimes I just want to know,
Know that you appreciate me,
Want to be around me, near me.

I want to know that I'm not cloaked in invisibility.