I'm crying at your doorstep
But you haven't been home lately
Old memories are haunting me
Ghosts of the past trying to take me down
I'm wandering, spiraling,
took a trip with Molly.
I'm slitting my wrists now baby
Red is dripping, staining my legs
I'm sitting at your doorstep baby
I haven't seen you around, lately

What if your first time wasn't about love at all?

You were the bright white light at the end of the road
Until I got hit by your car and everything obfuscated
You told me I should have seen the headlights coming
But I was blinded by the promising end of the tunnel

I can't really seem to put my feelings into words
You're slowly dying and there's nothing I can do,
to **** your cancer before it destroys you, too.

The thing is, this illness already captured your entire body
and while your gasping for air and keep on losing weight,
I see you and your blue twinkling eyes.

You're really a person I looked up to, you're my hero.
When I was little your arms were this big fort to protect me
A castle made out of steel and courage and life-experience.

Don't you dare to give up on me, real heroes last forever.
And I love you so much, I can't sleep nor eat,
I miss your voice. And it pains me to know you won't get better.

But I will pray for you with all of my heart, for you're my hero.
And heroes would be nothing without people to save.
But this time, grandpa, I'll save you.

I don't think I want to see where we're heading
I just want to rest my head on your shoulders
Falling slowly asleep to the rhythm of your bike
While discovering new horizons on this earth

Some human beings are just rotten flowers in a broken vase.

Monday we had eye contact
Tuesday you granted me a smile
Wednesday you were left unnoticed
Thursday I saw you perform on stage
Friday, I'll admire you from a distance
In the weekend I'll miss your dimples
And during the nights I'll be seeing your face,
floating through my head again and again

To just
Start all over

Sometimes I think about our bodies
discovering new worlds
Sometimes I dream about our lips
always and again touching
And then I realize we were never
what I thought we were
For there were unspoken words
lingering between the air
of our hot bodies
When we sighted of relief
it didn't felt true
It never really did
So I think,
this is my break up letter to you
At least it isn't a text

It's hard to believe that we were once so little and small
innocent and kind, believing and open-minded...
When now everything has turned upside down
and you are just an idiot, wandering through this earth
and I am aware of the fact that this isn't right,
but I can't help it, I'm sorry I hate you.

"Are you okay?"
- "Define okay."

When the sun goes down
and your face it frowns
and your lips say words
you insult and curse.
I try to wipe away the tears
I love you baby,
for all these years.
Why aren't we meant to be?
I want to be your queen,
but I know what I did was wrong
and I bet you knew it all along.

Mirror mirror on the wall, I won't save you when you fall.
For you only recognise the old me, vulnerable and small.

With every little storm passing by my window,
I think of your hair blowing in your face
and how your smile was the last thing
crossing my mind before the sun set.
And every morning I wake up
with the illusion of your warm embrace.

I feel this heat
spreading all over my chest
right into my soul
whenever I look
into those little perfections
which are your eyes
and darling,
I want you to look at me
and see the same.
But I know that's an impossible dream
for I could never add up,
to your beauty.

I lost myself
while searching you,
my love

They always talk about the happy end in life
Although I don't seem to fully understand
what's the big deal about a corpse
meaningless rotting under the ground
with no tears falling on its tombstone
at all.

How do you feel sorry for the broken boundless lovers
when all you did was break my heart

How do you feel love for a child that isn't yours
but couldn't bother looking at our baby for one second

How can you say that you are a father without blinking an eye
when all you did was being an ignorant cold-hearted man

And how do you dare to speak up at her funeral
and say you regret all the time in which you haven't seen her

When you basically ran out of our new-built home
with her crying as background  soundtrack

In the miserable movie which is your life

Lost piece of perfection
a snowflake left alone to melt
I know I don't say it that much
but you sure mean a lot
to me,
and you make me forget
the screams and fights
with the easily found,
imperfections.

The atmosphere spat out my hollow dreams,
and now your face is lost in space

Once upon a time
a girl fell in love
But the tale has a twist;
he doesn't love her back,
and the butterflies are dead

I often forget how your hands used to rush down
my spine
and drew little masterpieces
on my back.
You owned my soul
even more than you owned my body.
More than I ever
owned you.
You were so gentle
and I was so naive
to believe that someone like you
could ever possibly fall
for me.

You don't know how much I long
to feel your fingerprints on my skin
but your love, darling, doesn't come from within,
just false promises laying on your tongue

Each bruise you draw on my body
is a temporarily memory to something warm
which causes me to indirectly self-harm
because I can't live without the melody

Of broken words lingering into the air
my body painfully haunted by your hands
vanished dreams widely spread over unvisited lands
still wishing to bury my fingers in your hair

And whisper "I love you" on every corner
of streets where we smoked cigarettes
whose smoke emerged to far away places
where our love isn't getting any colder

Than the eyes of an abused mother
holding in her bare hands her dead-born baby
perpetual silently mouthing "Sorry"
for loving the wrong significant other.

Je ne sais pas où je viendrai
demain
Je ne sais pas où tu seras
demain
Mais je sais que ce sera
****

Life is a welter of emotions.
Still you're not moved by any single action
I see your dreams crushing down the pavement

Yet, you smile.
I want that peace within me,
But I will never obtain so.

For I am not you,
And I'm jealous,
I admit.

There's something special about
your eyes.

Not the way they shine,
when you talk about the things you love.

Not the way they glitter,
when tears are rushing down your cheeks.

Not even when they light up,
with every word you spit out.

No,
There's something about

how they look in a never ending void,
when you're dead.

And I regret nothing,
except the past we share.

Are you in love with the broken and the frayed
Do you like how their tears drop on their cushions
every night.
How they look at the paintings on their walls,
reminding them of their childhood.
Such a long time ago.
When their moms and dads would be cheerful
to see them again after a long day.
But now,
they're labeled as 'troubled' and 'depressed'.
When really,
all they need is you.
To fix their silly bleeding hearts,
to kiss their chapped lips,
to feel their warm touch
and know their naive thoughts.
To be left alone, again,
by you.
Do you feel complacent,
when you re-tore their fixed hearts?
Now all they do is hide in their rooms,
left alone to cry again,
on a new colored cushion.
Red stains all over their sheets.
Knives as glimmering as your teeth,
in the last smile you granted them.

Right before the sunrise and just after midnight
During these hours
I feel infinite
I feel like I've finally found my destination
I am those hours
I am the awakening of the dark
The wind blows and the leaves rustle
And I have found peace within myself
For I am whole

You're an illusion, Dido,
in a frame of broken glass.
Bleeding at the edges,
maimed on the inside.

Obstinate refusing other men's hands
entrenched in old habits.
You've built a new kingdom,
on the ruins of an old man's land.

There, alighted a lost bird,
pleading for a grain of wheat.
But he ate poisoned bread,
due to your undying generosity,


O unfortunate Dido,
You exasperated heart is healed.
But hit with the wrong arrow,
have you dived into the dark cave.

Blind to the falsehood
of your second darling.
The pain of the first trapped,
the unwanted ring.

Your call for help
dissolves in an infinite echo.
His fleet reached the open sea
and vanishes with your renewed happiness.

Escape the pain in your chest,
the ornate sword levied,
throw yourself into the fire of your sorrow and grief,
to finally fall into Sichaeus' arms.