when christmas came around
the world wrapped me
in wrapping paper
made of anxiety

I love you
and the language is poor
I have thousands of words
but not even all the words on this earth
would be able to express
what you are
to me
you are my friend
- best friend
my home.

How do I explain what you are?
when the men before have been
an unofficial fairytale
disgusting
weird
normal
short
and you..
so much more.

How will I continue without you?
I have tasted the apple from the garden of Eden.
It was never forbidden - but they got seperated
and who can live in the normal world
with the thought of the apple in paradise
that you once had?

the only compliments
that i will ever
accept
are the ones from
you
the people who see
my stripped down
soul

the people made the scars
the scars made the people

i told you to say
anything
and you said
'nothing'
and within that
i heard
everything

you can braid your hair
so tight that it hurts
but no matter what
some will always
stick out

the only thing
that could ever outshine
your
outer beauty
is your
inner beauty

i get mad
no
i get furious
because of what you've done
no
because of what you haven't done

the moon marked me
and made me it’s preacher
come out, come out
look at the moon
it shines so bright
in the darkest night

processed food
and processed people
just don't taste as
raw
and as
real

the language barrier
could never matter
our hearts spoke
their own language

i can’t let you go
but i can’t hold on to you either

you have spoken your truth
now listen to mine

i finally
want to
move on