You know the feeling
when you just live your life,
but you're not actually living?
it's just like being
in a circle of todays, yesterdays and tomorrows.
And then you catch yourself one day
lying on the floor
thinking
:why the fuck am I so bored of everything?
I'm so used to love that lasts forever.
Well sort of.
All those “I love you”
That I never mean any more.
Next time I love,
I think I want it to be like fireworks.
Never sizzling away, but instead
exploding with a bang
in our faces.
Making us deaf and blind.
Like the kind of love
that makes me slam the door
on my way out,
and it makes you slam me against it,
when we have sex again the next morning.
I want the kind of love
that tugs every string of my heart,
turning me into cacophony.
The one that gives you rage
and then
gives us shattered dishes on the floor
in the morning.
God, I am so bored.
I really need to stop saying
“I love you too”.