I went out alone
To sing a song or two,
My fancy on a man,
And you know who.

Another came in sight
That on a stick relied
To hold himself upright;
I sat and cried.

And that was all my song -
When everything is told,
Saw I an old man young
Or young man old?

You know its love when the ring of your doorbell sounds like a melody after his fingers push it, when he's already inside before you get to the door. You know it's love when your welcome mat looks more appealing with his ***** shoes on it and when hello is on the tip of your tongue but his is already in your mouth. It's love when you prefer to see yourself in his eyes than any other revealing glass. It's love when when your favorite song is the sound of his humming when he's deep in focus, and you can't pull your eyes away from his pouted lip when he's lost in thought. When you enjoy the way his hands neatly wrap around his fork, the way his jaw moves when he speaks or chews, the way he pours his coffee. You know it's love when he stares at you just as long with your clothes on as he does when they're off. When he says he's in love with your thoughts more than he's in love with your skin. When the silence is full, when you aspire to love yourself the way he does.
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You know its over when the doorbell stops ringing. When his shoes and your welcome mat are no longer familiar with each other. It's over when his hand never meets with your doorknob and when 'I love you' is on the tip of your tongue but his is already in someone else's mouth. Its over when you can't see yourself in his eyes because he never makes contact with yours. It's over when you start reminiscing, when you start  gazing at walls for hours, when you start touching the skin of everyone you meet trying to remember the way he felt. You know its over when your thoughts stay bottled up because he's no longer there to spill them to. You know its over when you no longer appreciate the smell of coffee because it reminds you of the way he poured it. It's over when you wake up in strangers bed trying to get him out of your mind. It's over when you realize that the love you shared is one that you'll ever be able to find

Der var lange nætter med digte der gav dig lyst til at lægge dig under jorden
Du græd stille ned i puden og ønskede at se mig lykkelig
men solen er ikke længere genert og kysser dine kinder blidt
Du studerer mig som værende forelsket og tager jakken af
Du mærker ikke længere kulden fra min krop, men bader dig i vandet af nye tider
Der var dage du havde lyst til at give slip på mig, men inden du lod mig svæve
Fandt jeg et lille lys og jeg er nu ikke længere i mørket
Jeg håber du ved, at du gav mig styrken
Og at du må have tiltroen til at der ikke findes øjeblikke jeg ikke kan overkomme mere

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

mine øjne klistrer på himlen udenfor vinduet
der er ikke en afskygning af blå
eller gul
jo længere jeg kigger
går det op for mig at farven er grumset
som rester af kaffe i morgenens krus
det er nuancen 45 på farvepaletten
den matcher ikke de falske roser
i min vindueskarm
de er cremefarvet på den uægte måde

alt imens de andre attenårige
drikker lattes med mønstre i
køber bobler og brus og
danser i høje hæle,
mens de kommunikerer
hvert sekund

så
så, sidder jeg blandt lilla blomster
på mit sengebetræk og
skriver ord i rækkefølge,
ser på himlens ene farve
jeg er ikke iblandt andre