Tell me how it feels to be with someone

So different from what you know.

How long can you accept the sensitivity and tears?

How long will it be

Until you start looking for a real man again?

I don’t want to be your unnecessary accessory,

I want to be the jewel that you won’t leave the house without.

We both like drama,

So let’s run away

And turn our lives upside down.

I’m riding shotgun,

You’re driving, singing along

To Lifehouse.

We don’t know where we’re going,

But I don’t care.

As long as you’re there too,

Anywhere can be my paradise.


I know you can see straight into my mind.

And when you do, you should mostly see yourself,

Maybe a hint of self-pity, maybe a beer every now and then. Maybe you see me planning my next outfit because I’ve developed an unhealthy sense of fashion.

But above all, there’s you,

Sometimes a bit unclear, sometimes in meticulous detail,

But no matter what, it’s always you.


Yes, I’m fucked up.

Yes, I’m crying on my way home. Again.

And yes, I’m invested, you know that I am.

I hate myself for being so weak. I hate myself for giving in.

I don’t know why I’m crying.

I’m alright, I’ll get home okay, thank you. That’s what I tell the strangers who hear me weep.

I‘m Ready

I’m ready to break down the walls I have built around myself.

I’m ready to give in, completely and without a doubt on my mind.

Jealousy was a friend of mine, not so long ago, now look at me.

I’m telling myself not to worry, and somehow it works.

I’m telling myself to just be patient, and time is on my side.


Sometimes I just want to shout at the world and tell it to go fuck itself.

Othertimes all I want is to be heard without actually saying anything.

I can deal with the pain but not with the rage that comes hand in hand with it.

I hate the aching feeling of having to break something, be it the wall or my hand on it.

I hate the way I hate everyone I love when I’m feeling like this.

I can’t stand the fact that I hurt people with my ways.

I don’t mind being the one who cares more, but I hate that I’m such a coward.

Yes, but…

I’m soaring through the clouds, but there’s concrete on my feet, constantly dragging me down.

I’m happy like I can’t remember I ever was, but there’s a nagging thought in my head, constantly reminding me of reality.

I’m feeling like I’ve finally found the way, but there’s so many crossroads, constantly getting me off track again.

I’m certain that I’m right this time, but there’s this cloud in my mind, constantly obstructing my view.

Maybe I’m more lost than ever without actually realizing it.

Big Words, Tiny Truths

I don’t need your big words and fancy sentences.

I don’t need your quotations of famous poets and people alike.

I don’t need the meticulous and the scrutinizing.

I don’t need your elaborate, instantaneous rivers of fearsome excuses.

I don’t need it to make sense all the time.

All I need are tiny, meaningful truths.

Like There‘s No Tomorrow

Dance with me tonight, we’ll let the music take the lead.

Don’t worry about stepping on my feet, because as we sink into the tune our legs start moving on their own.

Thoughtlessly we swing around the room like Beauty and the Beast.

Now turn, turn, and once again, until you almost lose your balance. I’ll catch you before you fall.

Keep your eyes on mine, your hands on my shoulders and lose your mind in the songs and candlelight.

Raise your voice, let it go, take me with you.

For tonight we dance like there’s no tomorrow.