It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I wasn’t supposed to fall so hard
I wasn’t supposed to call out for your arms in the night
And my lips weren’t supposed to search for yours
As if they would actually be there.
I wasn’t supposed to nuzzle into my pillow at night
pretending that your hands were nestled in my hair
I wasn’t supposed to make small talk
just so I could hypnotize myself with that something in your eyes
I wasn’t supposed to wake up cold in the gray morning
with the strong urge to be bruised and bitten
In fits of slow, languid passion.

Unreal how our bodies match and move together,
Uncanny how our minds meld and play in synch.
My youthful love for life,
Your chuckling maturity, still unsure what life is.

Now I play soft ballads full of aching, yearning,
I can wrap myself in a blanket on the floor
With a mug of tea, and think silently on you
And the shadows I wish I could conjure into existence…
They live inside, dancing to burst free from our guilty bodies
Too ethereal, too beautiful, to be abandoned
When we (artists) know we live for such wonders.

I wish I had any other option but forgetting,
or descending into madness.
(I’m currently choosing madness..?)

And it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I wasn’t supposed to fall so hard.
I’m so sorry,
My summer love.

Be a silhouette
                                                                                     Of you, of me
And together we could be
                                                                                      Reflections.
We can stand
                                                                                      On opposite sides of the mirror
While our shadows dance
                                                                                      On the walls.
Black and white imitations
                                                      ­                                 Of our silently screamed whispers
Through slightly frowning smiles.
                                                                                       And when we fall through the floor,
Thicker than helium
                                                                                        We could be
Chalk outlines
                                                        ­                                 Of imagination.

Everyone has a someone
That's like their other half
Someone they can be with
A person to make them laugh

Everyone has a someone
Who can make them feel good
When they've had bad days
Or felt misunderstood

Everyone has a person
With which, they share their life
For some its a best friend
For others its their wife

Whenever I look around
It is all that I can see
People with their someone
As happy as can be

But here I sit alone
Feeling lost at sea
Everyone has a someone
Everyone but me.