Even though you share your name with many,
to me you will always be the only one.
Even though you mightn't think yourself special,
you will always be the only one I want.
And when you say you don't deserve me,
I'll tell you again how much I love you.
Even though you never say it back,
I do know how much you care.
Even though people don't expect our us to last,
we'll surely make it through.
Even though you may not believe me,
I will always hold on to you.
Even though we're contradicting,
you and me were made to be.

Do you hate having a headache?
Why don’t you try a heartache?
Pain in the head’s nothing,
not in comparison with pain in the heart.

One can’t take an aspirin to **** the pain,
it’s useless to wait till it’s over,
and it’s hard to learn to live with it.

Please stop complaining about your headache.
I would love to have it, you know,
but only if you’d take my pain.

For someone affected me with heartache
and this is not very nice to experience.
’cause it has my attention locked on it;

I seem not to be able,
to concentrate on something else.
My concentration span has never been so large.

Or so small,
as the concentration always returns to my heart...
with everything I do, no matter what.

I can’t comprehend why you complain,
complain about this headache of yours.
Maybe it’s logical; you never had pain in your heart
and thus you have naught to compare the pain..

I should be happy for you, that you don’t.
And I’ll try to be, yet I don’t know if it’ll work.
There’s a higher chance, that I’ll envy you,
just because you don’t know what this pain is…

And please try to keep it that way.
Nobody would want this pain.
Everyone who has it, wishes it away.
’cause they can’t handle it,
and they know no one else can ..

There's a silence within me.
No words are able to form,
no feelings can be expressed,
as if my head and heart are empty.
Empty of everything sensible
and empty of anything logical.
It's like I'm searching for
the reasonable side of life.

No noise comes from my spirit,
it finds no reason to make any.
The feelings are being pressed away,
thoughts are found useless
and thrown away.

Gone is the sensible,
gone is the logical
and on goes the search
for the reasonable.

You don't know who I am,
still you treat me as a lamb.
I'm not as helpless as I look,
I know how to cook!

You don't even know me,
or what you think you see.
I'm not as hopeless as you think,
I can clean my own sink!

You don't know how I live my life
and I ain't gonna be your wife.
You're going to be *******
if you don't prepare your own food.

You don't know how to treat me anymore,
as if you knew how to, before...
And now you got to feed yourself,
because I'm not doing it for you.

Summer
garden work:
connecting with Earth.
Time for a break,
sweaty.

Pulled out of bed at 5am
to eat something filling.

His tender voice
caresses my ears.
A lullaby for me.