I can‘t believe,
That magnificent Adriatic sea breathes -
Even in the absence of my presence.
I like to think she forms
For my arrival -
A loud welcome,
To start a long-awaited summer.
I yearn for the blue
In the coldest of times and places,
Where I cease to exist.
And I swear,
Every time I close my eyes,
I see the waves smile back -
As if they missed me, too.

Gave up the battle,
Oh, but then God brought you here.
I have lost nothing.

My premenstrual state
Is most honest with me.
While others see it
As an inconvenience -
I see it as finally letting myself free,

To say the things I usually keep.

In any other world,
At another time of day -
Things could be different.
And yet,
Maybe they‘d be just the same.

Every version of me
Has to let you go.

I am not hard to love.
I am not unreasonable.
And I don’t distribute headaches,
Like candy,
When I wish to express my emotions.
I simply express -
I am allowed to voice
My thoughts,
My opinions.
If it is a concept you cannot grasp,
Take the problem off my back
And dig deep within yourself.

In desperation -
Here are some words
Written down
To get me through
The night.