She was real
and not like other people were "real"
she was so real and tangible
she made everyone else I had ever met
fade into the background.
Have you ever met someone like that?
Someone so real that everything else fades?
She was potent and tangible
mysterious and raw
she had no limits
everything she said was potent
with a life of its own.
We spoke in a language no one else understood.
A language we crafted ourselves.
I felt so unspeakably honored to get to know her
but like all beautiful things, they leave.
and she left.
she was infinity, and i did not deserve her.

Happiness* is a *fickle friend
It comes unexpectedly, though usually with reason
and leaves much too soon.
It has never confined itself to our time,
never regular and always fleeting.
It's quite sad.

at least periods are somewhat regular,
though they never bring joy
and only seem to tell you that you're not pregnant.

Funny, though, isn't it?
How things that bring us pain
(emotional and physical)
are regular visitors compared
to Happiness
everyone's fickle friend.

I cannot replace you!
I cannot.
I have tasted your mind,
so similar to mine.
And I cannot forget the taste,
for darling,
you have ruined me for every single person
that enters my life after
you so dramatically exited.
I know you have changed,
and I have too.
You have become more than your sadness,
while I have covered myself with
hobbies and hope to hide from
this infinite sadness.
I miss you terribly.
You were always the strong one.
And I was left in the ruins when you
took with you the pieces that were
holding me together.
You never even said goodbye...
*Was I not worth a goodbye?

Depression has made a home in my bones
it curls up inside my rib cage
wounding itself around my heart
This body is a city that used to shine so bright.
Gold and silver dust glowed,
two elements that usually don't
go together blended harmoniously,
you could hear a symphony in your ear.
It was the core.
Now the city is empty,
except for the few stragglers that are trying
to fix it up to its former glory.
It is a lost cause, but they do not yet know
that the bones are decaying,
withering away.
The heart is beating
but it's bleeding.
Black blood that stains this ugly city.
It's all deteriorating.
Soon it will be transparent.
Then it would be gone

Barbie has the prettiest face
says the little girl to her reflection
how could I reach such perfection?
If only somehow I could trace
Barbie's outline and take her place
And so this became her obsession
to doubt herself and fear rejection
So there, her life became a maze.

Barbie's really only plastic.
The realization comes much too late.
All these years have been wasted.
Ideals shouldn't be so drastic.
A stressed out model is about to break,
"Don't worry, we'll Photoshop" they said.