{Here I am}

Just when things get good, they get complicated by someone, who doesn't deserve the right, to give a fuck about what I do and who I do it with.
fuck my life.

{Speechless}

fuck it

Utter infatuation
becomes my new god,
love, my new fear
dream and waking
one thought in my mind
runs a marathon
and forgets to stop
at the finish line
runs night and day
through darkness
through the rain
I hear a voice,
so soft
tickling my ears
as if it were a feather
and my heart
plays the drums
in my chest
a woman of ten
thousand words
is left speechless
as the man with the maniacal laughter
whispers sweet everythings
into her ear

Sorry that I can't be your friend..
Friends don't do that to each other.

It's keeping an open mind,
when you can't keep an open heart.

It's always forgiving,
but never being able to forget.

It's remembering, that you loved someone so much,
you pushed them away, and deliberately at that,
all to keep a secret.


It's staring back at him,
over dinner,
after so long,
with a smile,
when all you want to do is cry.

Some things are better left
unsaid,
unheard,
unfelt,
unopened.

Emotions pulling,
Heart felt pounding,
Open eyes,
Heavy feet,
Mind is swimming,
Legs are shaking,
And it's all because,
he touched me,
kissed me,
sang just for me,
It felt like the tiny music notes were
dancing through my veins.

I'm stuck in an envelope of sheet music, and
I've never felt more real.

And now she will wonder if every day is the last day.

And now your feelings have changed..

What the fuck is up with these butterflies...
It's been a long while...

It's a strange feeling,
This feeling,
This,
It's in the way.

It's the caress, the fingers that run down my back,
That trace every part of me,
Releasing
Pure
Pleasure,
Through a touch, who knew.

It's a strange feeling,
This feeling,
This...
It's in the way you do it.