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f Jul 2017
[27.05.17 20:34]

for these past months I've been swallowing my I love yous, I think I might catch stomach ache

Somedays I can't seem to understand how you can exist outside the constellation of my arms

And overnight when I feel myself falling I'm just able to hold on the knots that forms on my throat, until I'm not able to

And that's unfair

How you are someone else's sun

Someone else's star

While I just can't help but feel as if my constellation is hollow

I wonder if I'm gonna be able to ever again gaze another sunset and compare its beauty with the way you make me feel.
f Oct 2015
I know his body is tired  and his hair is grey with the weight of time and knowledge
but I want to ask him to stay
I want to run my hands through his hair a little longer
because he looks as innocent as his name

I want to ask him not to leave me yet
But I know he's not mine, I knew from the moment I met him that he's only here for a certain amount of time

I want to hold back the tears as I look at him in the eyes
He's too good, too kind and I know it's almost time for him to go

I hope he knows that I loved him until the very last second
until his eyes couldn't focus on a thing anymore
until the moment where his heart gave up on him
until the last beep of that **** machine

I hope he's some kind of proud
I hope he once loved me too
f Aug 2015
you'll come back
because ghosts always do that, they tend to haunt the houses they left
you'll get close to me and say how much you care about me
while you're caressing my arm
and i can only look at the way your skin is getting tan and old
and how mine is looking a little more pale and dead than yours
as if I am the ghost but I am not (I am, after all, the haunted house)
you have lost weight
you have lost your hair
and that charming self you used to be
but you haven't lost the ability to make me cry every time you leave
f Jul 2015
If you look under my bed you'll probably find
the versions of me you never loved,
I'm planning on  joining them soon.
#us
f Apr 2015
I'm just waiting for you to describe
your favorite thing
I hope it have my eyes
  Apr 2015 f
Charles Bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the ****** and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to ***** up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
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