You must have looked so beautiful falling from heaven,
But now,
you are my hell.

I wish,
I could write away the thought of you,
its maddening,
i write to the point of suffocation,
i write with anger,
i write myself into nervous breakdowns
& trembling anxiety,
my words just spiralling out
of control into the abyss,
with nothing,
nothing but emptiness,
i write about you.
more then i should
im done writing.

"Perhaps I'll keep loving you until one day it ends."

There,
I look at the others
Yet I can't find anything in them
It's like that,
Here I go with the others
Time passes more badly & fastly
than good
It's like that,
And you,
what are you doing,
are you happy now,
I am there,
in front of you,
always the same
why is it you again
that I love,
You are there,
in front of me,
still the same
why can't I tell you
I love you,
Here I go back to the others
Who love me and whom I don't like
It's like that,
And you,
will find another one,
Do you like it or is it what you think,
There we have nothing,
nothing more to say to each other
I am there, in front of you,
always the same
You see it,
Walking away,
it's you again that I love, that I love
That I love, that I love
You go away and nothing is worth it anymore
Oh why can't I scream
I love you I love you I love

From strangers
To lovers,
To Stranger's.