I need you. These I forgot
As you turned your back on me
And slowly drifted away

I love you. These I disowned
As you broke my heart
With your last goodbye

I miss you**. These I displaced
As I knew you were gone
And not coming back

Du er udefinerbar
Du giver kun mening, når jeg placerer dig
Et sted mellem mine sansers sammenfald
Gennem kropslig perception

Du er den nerve, der danser på min læbe
En prik på grænselandets ukendte terræn
Hvor ellers kun sorg og glæde bugter sig
Mellem to mundvige

Du er den hvide bue ved roden af min negl
En betydningsnuance lige under overfladen
Så fængende for min opmærksomhed
Indtil du forsvinder

Du er følelsen lige inden mine nys
Et fremmedartet forventningsfænomen
Skønt forårsaget af ubekendt irritament
Så uforligneligt uforløst

Du er varmen fra solstrålen mod min hud
Der omfavner mig og kysser min kind
Et momentant strejf af glæde og lykke
Som stryger flygtigt forbi

Inside my head is a pond
Where you swim around making ripples
Spreading through my veins
The waves are making my skin tickle
Pouring out between my lips
As the tide turns them into giggles
Streaming down like a waterfall
While the floodings have me *******

Nætter jeg faldt i søvn til blide toner
i en salig strøm af længselsfuld lyrik
citeret af stemmer i takt med
dit hjertes ****
bag brystkassen ved min kind

Mens drømmende melodier faldt
ind i rytmen fra dit rolige åndedrag
og den stille efterklang af
lyden fra tabte toner
for altid at minde mig om dig

On a cold november night
In the afterglow of neon light
With frozen feet and drunken eyes
Between your sheets before sunrise

We happened.

I startet this fire intentionally
Maybe I'll put it out eventually
And bury my urge between ashes and glowing ember
Maybe then I'll take the blame
For now I'll take pleasure in the burning and the pain
And let the flames flicker across my naked body
Ignited by your warm breath on my neck
The heat from your fingers tingling on my skin
The glowing reflections in your passionate eyes
The sting of lust running down my spine
The itch from your kisses melting on my tongue
The flushing from a fever caused by your touch
The burning desire that's taking me over
And over again
It will hurt me in the end
But I'll let it burn until then

I will regret this in the morning
but I will do it anyway
my impulsivity often overpowers my conscience
yet I am almost always fully aware
of the decisions I make
and their consequences
I am not exactly mentally stable
but I am sane enough
to know right from wrong
yesterday from today
love from lust
although sometimes I mix them up
I have a tendency to lunge at any pair of arms that open for me
my mind and body often disagree
my body saying yes to eager hands
my mind saying no
constantly looking towards my heart
thinking how stupid one must be
to fall repeatedly
get hurt every single time
and still manage to do the same
over
and over
again
I wonder
how many times I will have to hit the ground
in order to learn to stop falling face first?
I often say things
that should be left unsaid
I often do things
that should not be done
sleep in beds unfamiliar
make believe love to strangers
get to know people who will not remember me tomorrow
I am gone as quickly as the hangover
I can be washed off the tongue
just as quickly as the liquor
I often believe I am capable of inciting change
I kiss temporary lips with permanence
hoping that I can train them to stay
I love temporary people with permanence
hoping that I can train them not to leave
and when they do
I claim to have seen it coming
I am incapable of forgetting
a scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat
of touch and moments
I know not to look directly into eyes
for they can be blinding
and I still
do it anyway
I know of the risks that shouldn't be taken
well aware of their consequences
and I still
take them anyway
you could say
it is my own fault
for the way that things continue to turn out
but I can make no promise of apology
instead
I will live momentarily
**** up intentionally
love recklessly
fall unguarded
break enough times to learn how to put myself back together
crash into concrete enough times to learn how to shift a crooked smile
into something worth seeing
I have been told that a life lived in fear
is hardly a life lived at all
so I intend to live every second
like it is the last one I will have
I will write each night as it happens
narrate my own stories
and hope they turn out okay
I will regret this in the morning
but I will do it anyway.