I want to be in your arms
You are warmth and safety
To bury my face in your neck
Breathe in your scent
Is heaven for me
It's a blissful kind of misery
But I'm safe with you
I know what to expect

I need to be with you
Press my lips against your cheek
Your nose, your eyelids
Curl up inside you
Let your arms engulf me
I want to fall asleep on your chest
Drift through dreams of you and me
Live alone in your oasis

I'd rather become a Titan and hate humans than being the only human in this inhumane world...

Written is my life
Unwritten is my knife
Rewritten is my strife

What if I showed you all the poems I wrote
Would you taste the asphalt
I felt
As I sat and scribed
Would you see the graffiti
The street signs, city life
Would it mean anything

It's a sad thing
When January 15th means more to me
Than my own birthday
I guess I'll celebrate
Anyways

Happy birthday