If you are going to fall in love with me, here are some things you need to know.

I cry a lot. I’m crying when I listen to sad songs, when I speak about something that once made me happy, when I watch the sunset, whenever I feel, let me be.
I speak a lot. So, the unusual part about me is that, when I’m not speaking, and just start starring, there’s a battle inside of me, understand me.
I love sweet coffee accompanied by some good cigarettes. I love the taste of wine at 2 am, or champagne in the middle of a normal day.
Don’t set me borders, cause my soul runs free by its own, and even if I give you the sensation of needing you, don’t believe it, I don’t.
Let me live fully and organic. Give me wild flowers and bitter cherries, surprise me, write me a poem and read it out loud, write me a love letter, run with me, dance with me, and the most important thing, live with me.
And after that, I can promise you that those eyes of yours will become a permanent tattoo printed on my soul.
I will learn you how to look at the sea and just smile, about the constellations and the zodiac signs.
I will teach you the art of drawing,dancing and smelling flowers, stay with me.
We will dance, take shots and laugh until the morning at some random parties.
I’m difficult. There will be days that my thoughts will destroy me, that my tears will flow like blood in the veins, that my screams will cover any trace of peace. And when those days will come, remember that I don’t need an explanation or your arms around me, I need a good laugh and a strong coffee.
I consider myself a poet. An emerging artist. And that is gonna be your end. My words may be sweet as cinnamon, cause they came from my soul, but remember that not only my soul guides me. I have a strong mind and a powerful voice.
And those, combined together, will make you live.
We will create a hurricane, a chaos, hope you are ready to exist in it.

Human, I will love you instantly, I can promise you that.

But if you decide to leave me, may your nights be peaceful and your life easy,
Cause you’ve lost a minute of love trying to find an eternity of misery.

maybe one day it will be much easier than today
you and me
standing in front of eachother
in a small apartament in Paris
drinking champagne and gossiping the moon
smoking cigarettes after ***
cuddling, whispering sweet words
dancing on the street
kissing in the rain

what a fairytale.

she’s camouflaging the thrill that hides deep down those tired eyes,
because she doesn’t want to see the world in that way.
she doesn’t want to fear the grace
and laugh the pain.
she wants to live fully,
to drink wine in the morning and coffee in the evening,
to watch the moon fading away once with the morning sky and smile,
because she knows that everything beautiful has it consequences,
they will eventually disappear.
she wants poetry and danger,
she wants you to know that she’s not here to stay,
because she is everywhere.
she wants fantasy in a world of drama,
she wants peace and indie music that will catch her soul and learn it how to fly
she wants portraits and compliments,
cigarettes and champagne,
daisies and lilies.

she wants a naturally simple life.

“you need the rain to become a rose” they said..
but what if I don’t want to be a rose,
maybe I want to be a sunflower
that means I need the sunshine back into my life?
I guess that I need you, my lover, my forever lover,
back into my life.
cause I’ve been a rose for an eternity.
I’m tired of the rain hitting my petals.

Breathing pain.
Exhaling poetry.

Hey
I just founded an Instagram page in which I post my deepest thoughts and it would help me a lot if you followed it or at least checked it out.
The username is @darkmistpoetry.
Thank you a lot

If you ever feel overwhelmed because of your power
look at the sky,
look at everything that surround it,
observe the beautiful mess that exist out there,
same as it exist in you.

You will instantly know when she is feeling like a mess. She will put her headphones on and she will play a sad song that once made her happy.She will shut down, and just observe the world.

And when she feels like that she will write. Maybe you don’t know that about her, but  writing actually helps her soul come back on earth, where it belongs.
She feels how the sorrow settled in her soul, so, she will use the only weapon that she owns, the words, to **** the sadness that is dragging her.

She smiles a lot, but after such an episode, hopefully, you will know what is hiding underneath that laugh, behind those browny eyes, behind those wrinkles that appear once with the smile.

And your mission is to wake her up once those moments settle in. You, because, I can see clearly from what she is writing that you have the power.
She deserves, indeed, to embrace the hurricane that is hiding in every part of her body.

I’ve never seen someone more natural than her.

I will be the melancholy from your lips when
you want to kiss the new me.
I will be the sorrow from your soul.
I will be the big and little dipper from your night sky, cause i know how much you enjoyed watching the stars alone.
I will be the teardrop that will fall when you will think of my smile.
I will be the one who made you feel the really paradox that hides in you.

Maybe I will be something for you.
Maybe now I’m not, but as soon as I walk out that door, I will take with me all of the softness from you.
You destroyed me and maybe,
Just maybe,
You will reborn as the beautiful mystery that I once knew.

Today, when I saw you,
My soul started to beat again,
And my heart strated to breath,
My nerves danced, and I, just started to radiate.

And when you said my name,
And grabbed my hand,
All of my fears sank in peace,
All of my emotions bloomed.

I think I will love you forever.

Did you know that she’s writing about you?
She writes with the ache from her soul,
about you.

Did you know that writing is the only way to bring the calmness back in her life, now that you are gone?

Did you know about the words she use to describe you? Like you were the moon and she was only a star, loving your light from thousands of years away,  adoring you in secret.

Did you know that she’s receiving praise for
what she writes? You’ve drowned her so bad that now she writes with pain, not only for her soul to be healed, but also for people’s pain to heal.

Did you know that she can’t sleep because the words shuddered in her head, her thoughts, back to the veins and right through the heart?

Did you miss her? Her laugh, or her serenity, her kindness?

Did you miss the hurricane from her thoughts, cause I see you now, with another one.
But tell me, did anybody ever wrote with so much passion about your eyes, how they shine so bright, how the brown turns into yellow once the sun is reflecting in them, about your voice singing ‘I love you’ like no other before, about your arms, your hugs, how they protected her from the bad angels that she was so afraid of , about your large smile, your small nose, your lovely figure, your angel figure.

Did you know that when I write ‘she’ it’s actually me?

And maybe you were right.
The chaos between us wasn’t enough to calm an ocean,
but how can you explain
the peace, that peace
you felt when I’ve tried to swim in your waters?
Perhaps I just wanted to stop the waves from your thoughts,
to stop you from drowning in your own calm.

Tell me..

what kind of love tears you to the bone,
what kind of love drowns your beautiful eyes everyday,
what kind of love takes the air out of your lungs and makes you tremble,
what kind of love fills your mind with wars and your soul with bitterness,
what kind of love takes everything good and replace it with questions which makes you even more insecure..

Tell me why you’re enduring all of this?

Darling, this is toxic.
You know that, deep down you know that this isn't worth it, but your heart still has hope. Your soul still desires the love you felt in the beginning.

Breath in and out, gather all your forces and leave all of that behind.

It will hurt, so much, I know, but good comes after evil, and so, your happiness and peace will come after all of these insecurities, all of this pain, all of these scars.

Be strong !

This is for you:

-the girl who is so ashamed because of her acne,
-the girl who cries in front of her mirror because she doesn’t
look like Picasso’s muse,
-the girl who forgot how to smile because of her problems,
-the girl who cries her eyes out every night because of him,
-the girl who is so terrified to attach because of her past relationship,
-the girl who is different from the others,
-the girl who wants to save every soul she meets, except hers,
-the girl whose heart, blood and soul runs wild,

-you are so much more than the sprinkles from your skin.
-you're not Picasso’s muse, but you definitely are God’s muse.
-don’t waste your life being so stressed, just enjoy the journey.
-you need to be strong.Cry your heart out, but stop,your tears are too worthy , make them rare, for the real ones.
-try to love yourself first, then someone else.
-your future is not defined by your past.
-you need to save yourself first.
-run with them, darling, and never look back.

This is for you, girls.
You, no matter what, are good enough.
You are lovable.
You are strong.
You are independent.
You are different.
You are rare.
You are you, and that is your power, learn how to use it.

We smoked a cigarette together,
Your eyes were so sad
So lost.
And so, I’d asked you why.
You didn’t give me an answer, but I knew.
The love you feel for her made you this way.

My love,
this isn’t love, not even close enough.
I have seen those eyes before, last week, last month..
Those eyes are hers now, your sadness, your weakness, all of that belongs to her.

You deserve so much more.
You deserve a girl who makes you smile
You deserve a girl who would do anything in this world for those eyes to sparkle, to radiate,
You deserve freedom, love.
You deserve peace.

So listen, love
These words are for you,
You are so much more than this
You are strong
And beautiful.
You are my first poem that I ever write.

Love yourself like I love you.
Free yourself, like I free you now.
Because, love
I’m that girl that stole your eyes, your happiness, your hope,
In love..