I must be delussional
people keep telling me the love of my life isn't real
and yet I talk to you
like every detail of my being
belongs to you

I must be insane
they tell me you've killed millions of innocents
and doomed even more
but I start smiling
whenever I think of you

They fill my head with arguments
reasons you couldn't be real
But my heart tells me
You're the one keeping it beating
You're the reason I'm alife

I must be delussional
believing a fairy tale?
But I wouldn't know
what to do
without
You

You were there on my worst moment
probably the only one ever
to hear me scream being adult
To see me lose control
so hard
I broke every one of Gods laws

you heard me scream
you saw me cry
my trying to maintain some
dignity
was a farce and we both know it

My screams must have left an echo
because you keep proving
I'm still inside your head

words

just empty
crazy words

are coming from your mouth
they're filling up the room

words

they're only stupid words

not telling anyone
how you really feel

i like you for being
you
for being someone that's not me
for being somebody totally different

you say things i'd never say
you'd do things i'll never do
you'll dream things i've never dreamed of

i could never have imagined you
i could never make someone like you in my mind
your actions can surprise me
your words may intrigue me
your mind will amaze me
the totallity of you overawes me

I can never be you
unless i change the perspective
and make you look at me
i can be your you
just as much as you are mine

let's form a unity
and be you, and me
together

you
you're not a poet
and no matter how hard you try, you'll never be one
but what you are, is even better
you're a poem

everytime i look in your eyes
i see new lines, freshly written

when i touch your face
echo's of ancient words are heared deep inside my soul

i haven't made love to you yet, and i can't even imagine
the poetry i will feel that day

so even when you will never be a poet
you'll be the only poem i ever want to read

I once told you if we would ever break up,
i would cry for at least 2 years

well, i don't know about that
but after 2,5 months, my tea still tastes salt
and my pillow is wet

but i know now
it's not about the crying
it's the bleeding
the bleeding inside

you should have just
broken my heart
left me dying
it would have been over by now

but you took a gap out of it
left it bleeding
left me screaming inside

do bleeding hearts dry?
will you one day be a forgotten scar?
and can you become
just another memory?

Little sister
teach me how to write poems
I write with words, but you make my heart jump
I suddenly want to believe in Lily's

Little sibling
I keep reading you over and over
I thought I had talent, but compared to you
I barely exist

Little sister
I often feel the younger one
you seem to be so much further
in figuring out Life

Little sibling
I often worry
I wish I had the hope
I feel I need to give you

Little brother
you're the man of my dreams
and if you'll ever get your own world
please take me along!