I'm only interesting
To men who want to discuss Kubrick
And **** after.
In a world where we expect our lovers
To pull themselves under the influence
And sodomized freely,
I expected mine to rise above
And he did.

Some days it's raining
you filled the sky with colours for so long
and I filled rivers with my tears
when I was with you..
and more when we're apart

But rivers
can cross a lot of nations
ignore borders
and come close to me again
Are you close to me again?

I love you
for you were my biggest mistake
and my truest love
my best friend
and a stranger, even when we lived together

Are you floating towards me again?
Or will you stay out of my reach, and let me
wondering
If you're still inside this sky

Do you ever
miss yourself
in the middle of the mess
a lifetime can become?

jeg siger, jeg hellere vil være alene
men alligevel besjæler jeg tomme vinglas
siger til mig selv enogtyve gange, lige så
det skærer på læberne, at glasset er lidt
ligesom dig, og det er vel lidt, som man
vælger at tage det, men jeg tager det ikke
jeg ser bare på det, betragter det med
voksne øjne i en alder af tolv år gammel
følelsen på spidsen af min tunge mod
kolde kanter; en duft af noget, der engang var
åndende
og så tror de, at hvis de fortæller mig, de
kan lide mig; ligefrem elsker mig, at det
skulle gøre godt for ødelagte knogler og
blå sjæle, men så siger jeg, at jeg hellere vil
være alene
tre fingre i halsen og kolde hænder, er
det sådan kærlighed
skal føles?
tom og ligefrem klaustrofobisk

I love autumn.
Why?
*Because it shows that dying can be beautiful.

I'm that girl that hides behind that fake smile,
I'm that girl that wears bracelets,
I'm that girl that wears jackets,
I'm that girl that is "Shy"
I'm that girl that has scars,
I'm that girl that has had a past that makes you want to cry hearing it,
I'm that girl you call strong,
I'm that girl..
Quick fix here..
I'm that girl that has too hid behind that fake smile,
I'm that girl the has too wear bracelets,
I'm that girl that  has too wear those jackets,
I'm that girl that is scared to be social because I've been hurt too many times,
I'm that girl that feels lost without her scars because the blade was the only thing there helping for awhile,
I'm that girl that has too move past her own past and never look back,
But most off all *where and the hell do you get strong from

the words of a stranger
a hundred realisations
a mixture of salt and water
enough to fill a bowl and a half
the words of another stranger
a cosmic shift
and an inscrutable force of will
is all it took
and some more
for her to pick herself back up
and ride on
and out of the labyrinth.