I can’t decide
if I’m comforted by the fact
that every thought  
I’ve ever had
has probably been had
before

And I don’t know
which is worse
That we are, perhaps
incredibly,
undeniably
not special at all
Or that we incredibly,
undeniably
are

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

I have your back,
As long as you got mine,
Sweet or not,
Holding you in my arms,
Seeing you cry,
Holding you tightly,
Telling you everything will be fine,
I got you,
I have since day one,
I will always fight for you,
You only wishing for me,
Holding you tightly,
I always have you,
Baby you don't have to worry,
I always got your back.

Depression is where sadness is no longer comfort.
You lay like a corpse on your recliner and the flies buzz around and the food tastes like ****
And you can *** 30 times and you may as well ****** in a jug.
Your hair is messy
And your eyes are strained and the neighbors are yelling and there's a thin blue film which covers everything.
depression is like dancing without a song
And without anyone to care when you've fallen flat on your back
And the windows won't open and the carpet is grey

He is a dangerous temptation to my soul,
an explosive and strong beat in my mouth,
a rollercoaster ride spinning me out of control,
sheer seduction running through my cells
as I drown inside the swirling sea storm.

I live in Sweden
But I was born and raised in France
From parents who came from Haiti
Which is a former colony of France
Where slaves were brought from Benin
(To feed the greed of French monarchs)
I speak French, English, Swedish, and can understand creole
I feel in French, think in English, listen in creole and live in Swedish
I love Florence, I am forever bound to Paris and have international friends
Being a French citizen means that I am European
Am I then also Dutch, Danish or German?
Does it really matter?
Am I not just another man?

i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe

This loss
Is not
Your gain

This failure
Is not
Your win

This bump
Is not
Your path

This mess
Is not
Your win