Slowly I am getting rid of
All the layers of smells in this bed.
I'm keeping my own this time.

I must admit
I forgot a name on the list
But I am totally behind my theory
Of doing what you want
I swear
I have never felt *****
Or banged my head in the shower
Because this is my idea of fun
And I don't mind thay my name is not remembered
I really don't
Even though I remember
Everything

A cigarette burnt my hand
And you were there tonight
My first thought was not
You're so beautiful
But a less desperate
How the **** should I act
And it still hurts
But I guess I'm moving
Right

If I could stretch a moment
Your fingers would still be slightly touching my palm
Writing cirkles in my skin as my heart races
In a certain place

If I could pause the world I'd grab you
As nobody could see us
In a room filled with people
There'd be only you and me

If I could press fast forward
You'd be lying here inside me
Because we all know it will happen
We just don't know when or where

*This tension
I live for this

It's not love
untill I wrote a poem about you.

I think the scary part is that
eventually we all become strangers
and the body you used to let yours sleep against
only two months ago
now silently tells you to keep distance.

I think what hurts the most is that
you used to look at them and know exactly
what was going through their mind
and now the only thing you are sure of
is that it's not you.

You used to call them when you felt like **** and
now you're fighting yourself all night
not to dial their number.

They used to fill your mind
first thing in the morning
and your mouth would easily curl up,
now they're the last thing at night
you think about and maybe
you have never even known eachother.

This is exorcism.

I walk from home to school from work back home and my eyes stopped changing shades.

All kinds of demons try to get out of me as I stare to nothing in particular and it scares me.

I would fight or run if only I had the energy. Or the courage. Or the fear.

My eyes used to change shades.