mens regnen siler ned bag ruderne
gemmer vi os ned i et solrigt kammer
som vi bygger under kropsvarme dyner
vi leger, vi er børn - blot for en sidste stund
vi leger at livet blot er en illusion, mens
silkebløde ben hviler mod hinanden
vi leger, vi er i paradis

i pretend i don’t know
i pretend i don’t see them sitting there too close together too much touching too much laughter it makes me feel stupid i always felt so stupid.
i woke up at 5am with my face stuck to the cover of
the iliad i’d bend it back i’m sorry homer sorry your writing was
never as good as Virgil’s. i’d probably touch anyone if they asked me
they say i’m not supposed to feel everything so deeply -  say it’s weird and uncomfortable - it’s uncontrollable all the glow in the dark stars decided to fall from my ceiling at once my duvet lights up in the dark
i came
i conquered
i fell asleep on my own arm

i think about mint blue oceans
and the smell of spray tan on white
bodies in the hollow summer air
i think about colorful eyes and i
recognize you in the taste of red
strawberry jam and i can't stop
smiling when i drink black coffee
i keep telling myself that i don't
care about you anymore, but i know
that i will cry at your funeral

**** everything that
stops your dreaming
kiss the blue hunger
devouring your chest
poison the demons
that suffocate you
pull the weeds that
stop the red flowers
paint your soul in
the shade of the
moon
and be with him or her
who makes you feel
like everyday is your
birthday

while purple flowers grew inside of her
old museum walls grew inside of me
you see
she was magical because she could make
a lonely pastel blue-eyed boy  forget about the hell  
he was dragged into by himself
you see
i wasn't magical because i couldn't lie to him
without crying snowflakes

you’ll write poetry about
how he makes your
stomach bleed, how his hands could
become moons when they
touch your thighs

but when you kiss him,
he’ll only taste of
salt and bad memories

**** was growing inside of me each time your eyes looked at me
my heart smelled like orange juice in the satin sun
and hot coffee was running through my veins
promise me you wont be sad if i don't speak to you after
we have been making love in the grey april air
my bones are just getting weak and fatally tired
and my mind is spray tan with a smell of pure summer
drifting away in the honest sea
i will never forget your electric eyes
with blue glitter and a hint of cute candy drugs