I took a cigarette and lit it.

The smoke escaped my lips like the sounds I made when we were together.

Moans.

Slowly, then all at once.

And she lingered in his heart,
Like the voice of the sea, that stayed for an eternity in the ears of seashells that lay on a sandy shore.  
Her breath stayed on his skin,
Hitting him every time harder than the last,
As if the waves' foam, slowly sinking in the damp sand,
Lingered for a lifetime on the surface.
Nothing but beautiful seashells remained
As the storm took away serenity of that golden sand.
Of those perfect waves.

Because,

He fell for the red on her cigarette,
Her breath on floating dandelions,

The eyelash on her cheek,
The stretchmarks on her thighs,

The little hairs on her belly,
The way her eyebrows don't perfectly match,

The way she loved dogs more than children,
The way she stares at tree leaves swaying.

He fell for her as a whole
Not the way others had before,

And she, did not care.
She constantly fell in the sea

Of arms, that has haunted
Since her eyes began to see lust.

Drowning endlessly,
Knowing he would send her a lifeboat.

For the child never gave up.
He always followed the rainbow on rainy days,
imagined angels sprinkling freckles on his skin.
He believed in the magic of Jack's beans,
he saw the purity in flowers,
he listened to seashells,
he cherished his mother's smell
and saw his father fly.
But she, now all grown up, knew that hope fades,
rainbows are not real,
freckles are moles,
Jack is just a fairytale,
flowers die,
seashells do not speak,
her mother's smell faded
and her father's wings broke.
There is no place for hope in a world. where love is rarely seen.
Maybe when the sun wakes up,
Hope will too.

Because you always seem to waste
my last breath,
on your first puff
of a newly lit cigarette.

And that,
kind of hurts my breathing,
kind of hurts my heart.

She woke up from life
And did not know where she had been wandering all this time
She witnessed her family cry, and so did the sky
And then, she saw it, her body in front of her eyes
Without a soul, without a breath
With her hand, she touched the empty holes in her face
And with *******, retraced the place her eyes once filled
The light that would creep out so delicately
But there was nothing.
A cold blue body, laying still on a bed that was not hers
In a room that she did not love
And then, the clouds slowly parted, a yellow rays came in and touched her
Until, slowly, her entire being broke into tiny pieces
Of pink, purple, green and yellow
And formed little butterflies that would one day float
In the green meadows April offered.

Because he knew, in the deepest core of his soul,
That her kiss would never be replaced by any other,
Because she would melt into him,
Without restraint, without fear.
He would never admit it,
But she was his favourite,
She would never flinch when he'd press his hand roughly against her neck.
She would not cry in pain when he pulled her hair.
And he'd stop to see if she was still with him,
That she did not drift away in her daydreams,
Like the bubbles that floated away towards the white clouds.
She never did.
She stayed within his grip,
While he breathed cold damp sighs in her hair,
As he left bruises all over her body.
She stayed because she has never broken a heart.
And she would never break her own.

Never has pïgeon shït landed on my shïrt
Never have ï found a four leaf clover
And not once has a ladybug landed on my fïnger
As the years go by, my luck ïs wearïng off
The goodness ïn thïs world, ïn mïne
Slowly dïsappearïng
And ï, always chasïng ït, lïke a chïld runnïng after a raïnbow
Always poïntless
For now my lïfe has been darkened
Wïth passïng black cats, broken mïrrors and spïlt salt.
But ï'll keep waïtïng for the moment when the sun wïll come out of hïdïng
When love wïll be easy agaïn
When the good wïll float to the surface and drown thïs world agaïn
Mïne, agaïn.

She looked at me with eyes full of light,
Full of lust that ate up my whole being.
And with those big wanting eyes locked on mine,
The blood that was circulating in my body shot up to my face and heated me up.
She bit and licked her lip and then slowly,
And  then approached me.
I could feel her breath on my neck,
Her scent crawled up my nose
And i felt that i could almost taste her. Her lips touched mine so slowly,
And with a voice that made my whole body shiver.
"I want you" she said.

And as she lay on the ground, in the lightness of the warm sun March provided,
she opened wide her loving arms, and drew with rays of sun, angel wings that would fly her out of the darkness.