A sensation of bubbling excitement
washes over my body
emanating from this tightness
in my chest:
a feeling of gentle happiness
butterflies inside me...

A mood born from a good breakfast.

I can feel you're here, but you're nowhere near.
You're so far away but yet so close, I really want to overdose.
My heart's still beating and it makes me sad that you've stopped breathing.
I want to hold your hands right now, but I can't and that's making me feel so low.
You've been my everything and you'll forever be, I know you're now free.
I want to follow and meet you above, I want to give you my neverending love.
You didn't choose to break my heart and this really is only the start.
I can't imagine a life without you, but now I kinda have to get through.
I'll miss you and I will forever do, you're mine and I know you'll always love me too.
I wish everything was as simple as this text, but I am just scared of what happens next.
I'd love to feel your touch and soothing kiss, this will be something I'll forever miss.
I am thankful, though, for everything that we had, I just wish this wouldn't have had ended this bad.
I hope you'll look after me sometimes from up there, as I feel you blowing the wind through my hair.

I am alone, yet in love. I am sitting here crying, thinking about you and inside I am dying.
Everything seems so perfect, but yet so fragile, I don't want this to last for just a while.
I want this to last forever, and I am here for you, whenever.
I don't want to share you with anyone, because I want to be the only one.

I feel like apologizing, but for what, you've turned me down and crushed my heart.
But I am still here weeping, because the pain is something I might be needing.
You probably will be angry, and I think that's fine, because you care and you're mine.
Someday I'll be gone, but until this happens I won't feel lonesome.

You're sometimes really dark, but true love will light us up like a little spark.
I trust you and I will forever do, you're my everything and I love you.
You've been giving me everything that I needed but sometimes things got a little heated.
Today has been a weird day, but I'll stay and I hope you'll too, okay?

You're my dream, not only when I am sleeping but also when I am awake.
Opening myself to you, talking about my problems surely wasn't a mistake.
I am thankful for everything you've been giving me so far.
And our love will last as long as the distance from earth to a faraway star.

I can't think about anything else but you, I value you so much, you don't even have a clue.
I can't live without you, neither would I want that to be clear.
I wish you'd be able to hug me and forgive me my dear.

I am a sad lonely person, who long ago has lost her happy version.
It's been a while and I seem to have forgotten how to smile.
I may be too sensitive and darkness is everything that I might see
and I might have lost myself in there and with it my dignity.
I'd like to be more open and talk about a lot of things, preferably to an angel without wings.

I know my life isn't great and that there's worse and hope is my only resource.
I often feel like being in the wrong place and trying hard to fit in seems like a waste.
Why do I have to adapt to others to be normal and why can't I be myself, I really don't want to be another boring book in your shelf.
I am not easy and kinda strange, but I'd rather die before I change.

My mind is a chaos and causes a lot of confusion and I keep trying but I am starting to get tired of all these delusions.
I feel like I am breaking and my kindness often seems to be mistaken.
I am tired and putting myself to sleep, crying as always but maybe not that deep.
As I often wake up later on in tears, because I have dreamed about my fears.

I don't need to speak well or somewhat good, because I know that I'll just be misunderstood.
My Body is covered in scars, each of them are as unique as stars.
My Mind's a factory of creating problems and anxiety, but I am now telling myself, let them be.
If I can't change it, nobody can. I don't need your compassion as of it I've never used to be a fan.
My appearance is just a deception, I might look well and people think I won't need a correction.
But my true self hides below clothing and if someone would look beneath, their weak minds will be blowing.
I'd call myself strange at times, others do aswell, because they're not reading between the lines.
They see me as weak and helpless, but I've never had a reason to show my true strength, as most people aren't worth it and I feel no distress.
I can be anyone you want me to be, but maybe I am already someone you can't see.
I'd be better of if I'd care less but trust me I'll never end up being careless.
Everyone deserves something, but what's good and what's bad might some think.