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I do many things that people don’t like
but I don’t live for people.
I don’t live for anything.

I don’t live for you,
For me,
Or for anything that I could ever hope to be.

I drift,
And one day I’ll watch it all sail away
As soon as I know what it is
That I’m letting go.

Maybe you’re like me.
You’d like for very little to truly bother you.
You’d like to stop caring about everyone’s stories
That they call problems.

Maybe you don’t know.
Maybe you don’t really want to.
I doubt that anyone does
or even has an idea at that.

All these endless possibilities
Forming a mind map of insecurities.
Sit back, relax
And just let go

Weakness and fear have led me to here,
expectation has turned me into what I am not

Promises...

Make love to me
Slowly,
With a whisper of tomorrow on your mind,
A memory of yesterday in your eyes
But most of all
Not a promise of today
In your touch.

Wrap me in your arms
and guide me to ecstasy,
take me on a journey
to a place that’s ours
and ours alone,
in this moment,
never to be made again,
never to be had
to be felt,
to be ours,
again.

Undress me
In no uncertain way,
Remove each layer of shame, and
Discard it to the foreground
Of our pretentious existence,
Our disestablished lives.

Speak to me
In tongues of silence
About your promises of today,
the abyss of yesterday,
and the tomorrow that will never be,
that we will never have,
that will never be ours.

The greatest tragedy is a man who has loved but not known,
The greatest shame lies in the one who has not loved at all.

Incomplete...

It’s hard to imagine that you’re not mine,
It’s harder to think that you might never be,
It’s painful to know what we might have been,
But it’s impossible to explain what has not been seen.

It hurts me to know that we might never wake up,
Sided by side,
Never walk hand in hand

More than anything - I want you to understand