Maybe it adds up, the things we wish to ignore
And we see it set in all at once
The worst case scenario happens
and I knew it from the get go
I felt relief rushing in
That I didn't die as it happened
Like I can still breathe in
and find ways to sort the issue
It multiplies, the level of the next thing to come
I cannot believe how much this human
Is made to see in one lifetime
The limits to be taken further
One panic to other, one escalation to another
All it adds up to high blood pressure
And one day I will completely disappear
Without a care and no thought to spare.

What has the future in store for me
Maybe it can give me a sneakpeek of that story
I am crumbling thinking about it
it's called worrying I know
Just a small peek, that's all I want
Or maybe more, the more I learn more.

Infatuation;
   the science of arresting human intelligence long enough to get blood from it.

i want love with sleep in its eyes,
and when it yawns, and stretches
the bedsheets in a sleepy *****,
whips the night out the window
and breathes out a darling "good morning"

i want love that wears pyjamas,
that smells of stale-ish coffee and toast;
slightly-burned, like it always will be,
but where butter melts without a protest
under the spell of a kitchen waltz

i want love next door to lust;
a semi-detached carnal passion
who once or twice a week comes for tea,
shares a bottle of wine, and raises a toast
to old times of late nights and later mornings

i want love with sleep in its eyes,
whose forehead rests against mine
with its legs entwined and arms aching;
enraptured in the same embrace
i've grown to fit into so well