If we lived closer,
Would you hold me tight?
If it was only an few hours of flight,
Would you meet me at the airport?
If I told you I loved you,
Would you say you loved me too?
Distance has ruined us,
It makes my heart ache.

Dearest Max,
Handing out the words like christmas presents
Poor, yet rich in both presence and spirit

Oh Rudy,
Giving bread that you had once stolen
Confident, yet reserved under the Book Thief's gaze

My dear,
You're presenting me with dilemmas
Don't you know?
Reminding me of literature is not the wisest play
When my heart lives inside these pages

sand sand everywhere
in my bag and in my hair
on my sheets and on my phone
i hate being sun-burned alone.

impatiently
i will wait for you
impatiently
i will give my heart to those who will break it
impatiently
i will cry out to god
asking why he let my heart shatter on the rotten tiles again
impatiently
i will learn patience
or i will impatiently
throw my heart to the streets

patience
is not a concept i am comfortable with
patience
seems to show me all i am not receiving
and all i am not, in return, giving
patience
**** well better be worth it all.

patience,
                              patience,
                                                            **patience.

I dreamt you kissed me last night.
Two pairs of eyes,
Yours and mine,
Looking for an answer to a question...
"May I kiss you?"
Never said, but most definitely thought, loudly.
Too loudly.
Our noses touching now, the slight tilt of my head...
The kiss.
We kissed in the back of a moving car,
Your hands ran through my hair.


Only a Dreamers' Kiss,
An imaginary romance.
You'd never feel that way.

Nights are cold without your warmth,
Your presence was enough to soothe my anxious soul.
Winter is creeping up on us,
Chilly days,
And icy nights.
All the leaves are falling,
But there is no-one to wonder at this marvel with me.
I am alone.

The corpse lay on the floor,
It looked like he was sleeping.
No blood,
No *****,
Obviously the poison was quick.
Death picks his victim up, gently, trying not to disturb the crime scene.
A little boy was the first to find him, shakes him,
Why do they always shake them?
The girl and father next.
A quick car trip later and another girl knows, the oldest.
She screams in the street, letting all know what has happened.
The vet's post-mortem shows that mystery was the murderer
Either that or a Heart Attack.
The elder girl never saw him after he passed
And she never will again.

What if you laugh?
Will you mock my poetry?
It's only,
The cry of a cracking heart.
Will you be scared away,
Like all the others?
Will you stay,
Out of pity?
What if you hate me?
What if I am too scared to ever tell you?
What then?
What if?

I was told to keep it awhile,
To give it to Him.
It's ... challenging ... to give one's heart away,
When one cannot see to whom they are giving it to.
Even more of a challenge when another is wanting your heart,
And you're almost willing to oblige

I believe I slipped up today,
Showed you how I feel,
After living and hiding sentiments,
It was inevitable.

What let you know?
The blush,
Giggle,
Tripping over my shoes when I look at you?

At least you know now.

Two in a bed;
One is asleep,
The other, playing her a lullaby.
The Third?
She's writing.
Dreaming of the day when someone will show her that love.