It’s all about this
it’s all about the thought and the touch
about my fingers in your hair
my hands on your body
it’s about the thought
of having you
and giving myself to your will
one moment in time
it will last for hours in life
our clothes on the floor
minds and bodys just letting go
no rules
and our lips will speak only truths
sweat and blood
and for one night: no lies
This day may stay longer then it should
My hands are cold and I feel sadness, it feels like fall
nothing may be what wish
but i do know this:
True Love. lives in me.
Nybakat bröd som var nytt för tre dagar sedan.
Huvudvärk.
Saknar något materialistiskt.
Känner mig arg, irriterad och bitter.
Tar ut det på Noah.
Hans ögon tittar trotsigt tillbaka och jag avskyr mig själv, om möjligt, ännu mer.
Jag är inte bra på det här.
Jag har svårt för att sätta mina känslor i perspektiv.
Solen skiner bara på utsidan.
“The number you have dialed.”
I was gonna write about love, but I think I don’t know enough about it
I have been in love. I have had my heart broken, more then once. I’ve been told that I, in my turn, have broken hearts.
And I wish not to think about it.
I’ve been someones first love. And I’ve been someones last.
Love has made me do stupid things
and it has made me be better then I thought I was.
Love has made me cry and scream
most days, It makes me smile
Love has made me create life
Love, everyday, makes me get out of bed and take on the day, it gets me up, it gets me going.
Love has given me everything I have. Everything that matters. Love has made me what I am.
And I don’t know enough about it.
Hoppas ni alla får en bra Alla hjärtans dag.
and I wake up and I feel no hope
the feeling passes, leaving only a headache and the touch of melancholy
is it me? I wonder.
is this me? Is this what I do?
and if it is, who made me like this?
And I remember the night, and I remember the laughter
and I remember her eyes, looking at me
with some sort of sadness in them
we talked
we always talk
and we hugged and we kissed
I could still not se why I would do this
she fell asleep
I was looking out at the dark
punishing myself by not sleeping
The days are new now
and I realize that the question I have for myself is:
can I change?
Or is this me?
Happy new year.
