I do not want someone "brave enough"
to love me
to tear their way through my heart
to leave the wreckage they pass through
worse than before

I want someone soft
to take their time
to notice me in the corner
to silently help me tidy up

to tuck me in bed next to them
with nothing but a "good job" and my kiss
on their lips

Love depends,
It is different.
Do not compare.
If it's love, it is right.

eeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrryytttttttttttthhhhhhhhi­iiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg

dies
everyone lies
we all wear a disguise
no human can possibly fly

immortality
is a fiction
our fixation with youth
is an addiction

the truth descends from our perception
what are we left with?
inception?
another form of self-deception?

i don't know what
this or anything means
are we individuals?
or are we collective operating teams?

right time
right place
right person
right moment
right feeling
right moves
right touch
right hug
right kiss
is this right
am i right
to feel this way
coz you said hey
you made my day
everyday


xo

Probably won’t help
But I’d absolutely love
To find out how much of that bottle
I could swallow
Before someone notices

I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know