det, at et synsindtryk,
en forestilling,
en fornemmelse
eller ligende
fremkalder en forestilling om noget
andet ved (uvilkårlig)
tankeforbindelse

it gives me a natural high
being next to you
holding you tight
watching you cry
knowing I’m the reason why.

i can’t help but love you,
there’s something here that won’t let me leave you,
while we sit in silence my minds racing,
heart pounding.


but you never loved me,
it’s a game to you,
playing me like a doll.

i make excuses for you
hoping one day you’ll fall for me,
loving me as much as I love you.

skriv indtil du ikke kan lyve længere,
skriv derefter det sande.

with every drink I feel more alone
and the more the cigarette burns on my arm
look like kisses
cigarette kisses

hating everyone, hating myself
with a heart as black as my lungs
with only my drink and
my cigarette kisses for company

these burns on my arm
that I call sweet kisses
feel like love
so bittersweet and so painful

i am slowly learning
that some people are
not good for me,
no matter how much
I love them.

i want to tell you the truth  
everything hurts, my organs
are  filled with black rocks and
i can't write poetry without gaining
weight, sometimes i wake up
in the middle of the night trying
to convince myself that i'm still alive
i’ve stopped eating anything but
apples and your pastel pink tongue
i want to tell you the truth
that my heart is a collection of
boys who  didn’t ask for my name
only whispered words like beautiful
into my neck, only painted words
like obsession  on my spine
i want to tell you the truth
when i cross the streets i close my
eyes and the thought of dying
doesn't make me cry anymore
i want to tell you the truth
last friday i got so angry at you
that i nearly burned all of my
poems, i threw a plate at my door
and cleaned up the blood saturday
i want to tell you the truth
that i am made of stone, my hands
are never warm, my skin will be grey
my soul is aching because you’ve
made it empty
i want to tell you the truth
i still love you, i still care about you
but when you ask how i'm doing
i'll say that i don't know you anymore

but all you will hear is "i'm fine"

jeg har ikke brug for nogle andre
spiser ikke morgenmad eller nogle
andre måltider, har nok i dig og
du sætter dig som lim lige på
min tungespids, du siger ikke så
meget mere
jeg lyver, når jeg hvisker, du skal
lade mig være, jeg taler sandt, når
jeg siger, jeg stadig hader dig for det,
du lod dig selv gøre
med maling under negle lader du
mig ridse overfladen af, du siger
jeg er smuk, fordi jeg ikke ligner dig,
jeg siger, du har øjne lavet af marmor
og du ser oftere bare på
spørger sjældent
for du kender godt svaret, hvis du
tænker dig om en ekstra gang, vil
du vide
at jeg ikke har brug for nogle andre
end dig og dine døsige ord