empty thoughts
drain my empty soul

this hour of the day feels heavy

the bits of my culture
are the whole of me

your hands explore my body
like a paintbrush on the canvas

we stand here making melody
that might or might not last its hype

the bad you gave me
clears away from my system
you no longer live in the depts of my being
i no longer give you the authority

the rotten you gave me
disappears so easily
you were no solid
i now see that clearly

I pour a basket of chances to cover all your unjustifiable actions

the thing about storms
is that they are missed when gone

scared to be alone
I rather live in your betrayals

love you the right to feel everything
love you the right to be wrong
love you some mercy

To what extent pain is tolerable?

Neutrality / n.

absence of decided views, expressions, or strong feelings

"I am in all sorts of neutrality."

They won’t just touch my soul and set me free
Eagerly will open the deepest of wounds and fest on my worst fears
Harshly undress my faith and crush my hope

Victoriously laugh to celebrate my doom
Bleed me red to suffer in dry tears
Waltz with my ghost to slowly scatter my temple  

Taunt to enliven my mistakes
Proudly glorifying my shames
Only to win a soul that has been defeated

I sense them overstepping my shadow
The monsters catching up with my heart and mind
Will I score the final touchdown or will they devour me whole

Touch so contagious
The poison burns running wild in my veins
Won’t be long for when I am all at once taken away

who wouldn't do whatever it takes to be fine

you are made of
strawberries & cigarettes

when the smoke clears
wish you'll still be here sitting pretty

when the senses return
wish you'll still hold my hand

when the eyes are sober
wish you'll still look at me

Keep the music playing
don't leave me alone
with my haunting thoughts

your spell is slowly wearing off
off my mind and soul
the ink you splashed all over my heart
is starting to leak

soon enough
the spirit of your fragrance
will vanish
in thin air

the curse lies in your return
please don’t look back
don’t call me
for one last glance

expressing love without having to stop myself from feeling the depth of what we share

the problem with me is that I rather know how it's going to be
then go through it

… and then he massaged after months

my heart lost its rhythm  
my mind lost its focus

my fingers lost their control
my eyes lost their dullness

I like the kind of intimacy we share


so gentle

in no rush

taking our time to be

intoxicating

it's sweet & playful


I don't know what plans God has for me but I am glad that I experienced such a feeling

it's unfair to give authority to someone to make you feel a certain way