words words words
words on a page
words in a book
words on the stage
words that you took

                                                           ­   from my mind
                                                            ­  my mouth
                                                           ­   my tounge


making them all be gone


                                                          ­    but where they stay
                                                            ­  is in the heart
                                                           ­   treasured in the deepest part


and not too often
should I find myself in sorrow
I'll know what I have to borrow


                                                        ­   those few words you said to me
                                                           I will keep them close forever
                                                         ­  reading them again and again


as if we are together

Act I - Prologue

When things didn't end well
They often make my eyes swell
For all the time i borrow
It mostly ended in sorrow

Act II - Different

I think it's gonna be different
How on earth that I'm one of the constant
Things should change
Else I'm the one who's derange

Act III - Constant

I was wrong
Like that one song
That's already recorded
It's unchanged

Act IV - Epilogue

I was never good at farewell
So, do tell
Come closer and speak
About the kind of ending you seek

all good things come to an end.
i understand that now.
nothing lasts forever.
everything has an ending as much as we don’t want it to.
my favourite co worker will quit and find a better job,
those late nights with them will end.
the person i stay up ‘til 3 am will stop texting me.
my soulmate will find someone else,
someone better.
my childhood will turn into adulthood.
but we all have to come to terms with it.
the end of it.
the end.

when the time comes
i want my story to be told
from a place of love,
i want to to know
that there was someone
somewhere
who gave a ****,
even if just a little bit.
please don't twist my words,
don't turn my intentions
into long-term plans,
'cause there is nothing long-term
about the way
somebody's life ends.
i used to have a vision
but at some point
i made a decision to try my luck,
so when the time comes
my only hope is
that my story is told by someone
who gives a ****.

Sometimes I wish,
My sleep wouldn’t end,
So I wouldn’t have to deal with anything,
Ever again.
All alone in this hell called life,
Just makes me wish,
I would not survive.
Only more pain awaits,
They say it will get better with time,
But they don’t know,
No one understands it.
The unending sadness,
Of being alive.

Never did I think,
That moving ‘home’,
Would be the reason,
I constantly think about the end.

I was so naïve to even think,
That me being back,
Would be any different.

I made their lives more difficult,
They were happy without me.
It must be such a pain,
For them to have to look at me.

Each day only gets worse,
I don’t know how long I can take it,
Before I break.

.
.
.

Who could have known,
That moving ‘home’,
Would mean the end.

I can always say,
If I leave,
I can ignore it.
But thats not how it works,
Does it?
I already know,
It’ll haunt me,
Until the end.

Flames dance
Wood sings,
As I give you more
Of my old things

A love letter, maybe
A book
A journal,
A rose.

All yours now I suppose.