put me to your lips
i'll take your stress away
light me up and
it hurts
it hurts
it hurts
but near your lips is my favourite place to be
and even after you're calm and im all burned up
i know it'll be fine
because you'll need me again in a couple hours
i don't mind being your cigarette break

Can I be your favorite color?
The color that shines through (y)our bedroom window at three in the morning reminding us that time is,indeed, still passing, the moon, the sun and the stars all conspiring to keep us awake as the walls and sheets whisper soft words into our hearts
Let me be your favorite color
The color of the sky outside at night when I can't pull you in close enough.
Paint with me- give my tone a false meaning and lets watch the other artists be baffled at the depth in the shading
Can I be your favorite color?
It's alright to have a dash of color in such a grey world. Let me be comfort in the dark and light up your night-let any shade of me alter your mood.
Let me be your favorite color.

14- i met you standing there outside of a class that we both had
15(a few months later) i could never picture me doing anything without you by my side
16- I told you i was moving far far away and though God knows we tried there is no logical way that it would have worked
16.5- we broke up
17- we talked 3 times that year
17-you told me you missed me
17-you told me you loved me
17-i came back
17- you don't love me anymore
17-we're not talking
17-we slept together
17-we love each other
18-we're too young
18-happy birthday darling
18-i love you

I deleted a social media
to try and discover who i actually am
without peoples perceived notions of me

an existential crisis stems
from a perceived loss of identity
through an account
where most people didn't know my name

One day it'll all come back
all the things I've done
and said
the ways I've acted to the people I care about most
and I'll deserve whatever
i get

Day in and Day out
the mountains stand
oh, so far above me.

So tall over me, as if to say
that I will never measure up to
their beauty or elegance

oh how I've tried,
And I thought I came close once
But not here

The flat northern European hills are calling to me
they whisper songs in my sleep
*vi sætter brør i brænd, vi finder aldrig hjem

i can only love in splinters,
in tsunamis.

your bones fit into the holes
of mine , and maybe it hasn't always
been that way, but we've collided enough
times that i have invented craters just
for you, so, please,
don't leave them empty