i like you for being
you
for being someone that's not me
for being somebody totally different

you say things i'd never say
you'd do things i'll never do
you'll dream things i've never dreamed of

i could never have imagined you
i could never make someone like you in my mind
your actions can surprise me
your words may intrigue me
your mind will amaze me
the totallity of you overawes me

I can never be you
unless i change the perspective
and make you look at me
i can be your you
just as much as you are mine

let's form a unity
and be you, and me
together

as i say this by myself
i know i mean it
but it's not just the appeciation of myself
i say it as a promise
there's more in my heart than love for people i know
and lingering feelings for those of the past
i say 'I love you' as a promise
an expectation of future love
i can feel my broken heart healing inside me
it's opening again
ready for new people
getting ready to let them in
my heart is beating on the capability of love
and someone will come around
to let me make him happy

tell me someone will love me
fully clothed
and

tell me someone will love me
with blood on my hands
and

tell me someone will love me
shaking, trembling, convulsing
and

tell me someone will love me
when they're searching for gold and i am rustic bronze
and

tell me someone will love me
with veins ripped apart
and

tell me someone will love me
with a starved stomach and empty eyes
and

tell me someone will love me
when i am dying
and

i'm asking you
//please love me//

Can we be alone,
for one second more?
I want to stay with you,
I've never felt like this before.

Whenever you are near,
my heart begins to race.
Show me what love feels like,
Hold me in your loving embrace.

And though I know, my dear,
as well as you do,
nobody could settle down,
with a man like you,

I just want to know,
for one night only,
just what it feels like,
not to be lonely.

He stood fifty times his height,
his palms pressed against the glass
separating him from the road in their glamour;
blurred images of car in their splendor –
and there isn’t the
familiar scent of coffee –
I call this pandemonium.

Nothing beats a day in a café
redolent of the finest Arabica,
he’d inhale deeply and recall :
unroasted gives the sweetest scents
of blueberries –
roasted’s entirely different:
fruit, sugar, perfume –
They call this addiction.

Mnemonic – a wind chime
lost in the array of winds.
“You used to be my cup of tea –
I drink coffee now.”
These words slip out of his dry lips,
and a lone tear trickles down a milky cheek;

They all say if they’ve got love,
they don’t need money –

And he’d say if he’s got coffee,
he doesn’t need love –
He calls this heaven.

I can't do this anymore,
The pretending,
The lies,
The betrayal.

I can't do this anymore,
The lying to my friends,
To my family
About being happy.

I can't do this anymore,
I'm sick of trying,
I'm tired of crying,
I just want to sleep.
To sleep and forget,
Because while I'm sleeping
I don't remember anything.

I don't remember the hurt,
The lies,
The scars,
The blood,
I don't remember anything.

i just have to believe what you say, stranger
because your words are all i've got

i just have to believe your name
though there were no results in facebook or google

i'm just believing that you like me
and that you really would analyse my handwriting
and that you live in the place you're living

but i will never know
if you'll come online
again