I tell people, "I'm okay."
As a coping mechanism.
As a way to push people away.

Have you ever heard that the waves sometimes can pull you right back to the sea?
Right, that's you.
You're the wave
that keeps pulling me back
to the memories that we had.

He stretched out his hand
& Caught Me.
That's how I fell into the abyss.

Why not?
Rain is gloomy when,
It watches that one grey Umbrella
Walking down the street
All alone
His transient feet
Sinking into it's core
With each step
It comes closer,
To accompany him,
To make his tears Disappear
Somewhere in it's droplets
Alas!
All it's capable of doing,
Is drenching him even more
Drowning him
Into it's waters
Deeper, deeper and deeper...
Oh what a misery!
Of the fulfilled unfulfillment.

Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
my late-night strolls wouldn't be seen as coy.
Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
at least I wouldn't be reduced to a mere toy.

Sometimes I wish wasn't born as a female
my life story would have been a tellable tale.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born as a female
my journey wouldn't have been filled with storms and hail.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't born at all
coz there nothing I hate more than being a life-size doll.

Somehow,
everything falls right into place
with you.

You reached for the stars
and put them in my eyes

I keep them locked
behind my eyelids


fearful

that you´ll change
your mind