• That was sad, there’s no point denying how sad it was
    You only recognize it, when you’re no longer in it
    It was the real me, and it was the real you
    yet "it wasn't really it"
    In the middle of the night
    brawling the air just to come out alive at 07:31
    as if I was never on the other side
    as if I was never THE…
    still fighting back my wounded mirrors
    shadows of my innocence 
    
    I'll hold your hand when the big, scary guy lurks around your house 
    politely scream your name (in my head, how else), and let (the other) kiss my shins
    I’ll find my way out
    I say, but I can't 
    give you more than I’m allowed to grieve 
    You love, and then you lose and there is no other meaning
    It's not that deep
    It was one of those things on one of those days
    ...
    That's it.
  • After you get over the firsts
    very quickly come the seconds
    a second wave of unsent happy birthday texts and unwitnessed inside jokes
    should’ve, could've, would've named as “drafts” in my google docs
    
    relentless
    I couldn't see my face, so I looked at yours
    very very loudly screaming in my ears, unnecessarily dreadful: me too.
    It doesn't go away
    It's just
    we are in the after now and my hair is long again
    It really sucks to fall apart in a spotless house
    So…what now?
    Are your seconds as real as mine?
    
    relentless

  • the pause / the silence / your heart racing / cheering me up / your stupid jokes / your nervous smile / your man up voice / your way of saying I am here, please notice / I don't know how else  / but take this / take everything from me / would it help / I figured yes

  • I loved that apartment, and
    I loved it, not because it was just a cool apartment
    Sure thing, it was!
    I loved that apartment because you loved me in it
    Here all things die silently screaming
    Here I might not even be
    ...