to like or not to like
that sure is the question

if i don't like
then maybe you'd think
i'm bitter

that i've seen the picture of you two
and simply
did not like it
which then ofcourse would be the case

i do want us to leave all hustle behind
and value or friendship
for real this time

if i like
then i would surely place us
as just friends
and at the same
erase all historical bounds  
make sure to say
you're just any friend to me now

i'm not sure you ever gonna be
just any friend though

i cherish our past
and future
equally

is there a click for saying
i'm so happy you finally fell
luckily in love
please remember and value me
anyway  

kind regards
your former love
and
present friend

i can feel the new ties
binding

is this it

the end of
blurred lines
yearning gazes filled with
misunderstood
silence
  
constant conflicts
between the need to live
today
and desperately survive  
tomorrow

is this when we finally
adjust
to life

like they all did before us

we always did
dwell
too long

you look happy now

is this when we at last
leave love
and turn to
friendship

you bring me back
to yellow walls
and a see trough personality

I guess you had your problems
as well

regardless of
we both ended up
in the same place

but I really hate
how you make me feel

slowly
putting pieces back
shattered all over the floor

it's a no win in some ways
the longing has no end

the warming words comfort  
but always on the way
wrap it up
miss you still

until next time

When did it all
modify
to this

I can see
their dark eyes
longing
but I can't
no I can't
stand still
for you

I don't mind
being left behind
days like these

seems like I search
for moments like this
the ones who never last

do I want to feel
something again
more than just
indifference

do I need to feel some
difference

more than just
stupor
more than just
happiness

one day
it will have to come back
it will have to
catch up with me

why do I
stand still
just long enough
to watch you walk

filled with
facilitation
mixed with
craze

I can stay
I can fall
but I never stand still
long enough
to actually
pursue
any of my plans

and you don't ever
walk back
to me

heat me up
prevent me from
turning into
hard
blue
water

crystal-clear ice

i looked down at my hand today
all bruises gone
hadn't even realised they were fading

after all this time
i'd come to peace with having them
guessing they were that type who'd always last  

all the shattered glass
have since long  
left my body

five years in
all that's left
is a small scar  
against my wind-bitten hand

why on earth did we need the feeling of pointless to survive milions of years ago?