ExhaleI wanna be the smoke of your cigaretteI wanna linger around your addicted lipsAnd when you inhale me I'll force my wayDeeper and deeper into your insidesBurning and crashing your blood like a dancerI'll bloom like a sweet disaster and penetrate your lungsI'll be your joy, your addiction and your cancerWhen you exhale we'll be the bitter endThe destruction and the lightLike the flames of the sun, that ever burn so bright
f i r e w o r k s*. There are days that ourflame is brightenough to makemy soul act likea firework.*. Fireworks burstup into the sky,but then theyfall and they shatter.*. They still feelwarm though,even when theylie on the ground.Their pastis not a burden.*. This is why I'm fond of you.
Protege moiit's the disease of her mind (it's the cure of her heart)she touches the curtains and looks out of the window (the first rain of autumn)she's waiting for you to cometo appear suddenly and end all the mess she's inbut you are so absentit's three months nowand she painted her loneliness on the wallsof her existencewhere you once found shelterspring explodes around herand she stares down at the waterit's green and greybut all the flowers around her are bursting up with coloursit's gonna be summer in a monthand her loneliness turned to angersummer is almost overand your presence is far more irritating than she's ever imaginedit's the disease of her mindand the cure of her heart
Valtariyour voice cracking at midnight; promisingconsistency with your waisttwisting around white textile.skinmight be my favourite word,your skin –how did I not findit sooner. touching your skinis like touching the surface of the seait feels like homereliefgriefabandonmentmaybe I could spend all dawns with you asleepor awake,in both cases in your arms.
exodus1. You appeared suddenly. Maybe it was the beer, maybe the waves crushing on my sides, but you were smiling wonderfully, and for a moment I thought I missed some part of you. I don't know which part though; I don't even know if it exists anymore. It was glorious in the happiest way. The sky is black; blacker than your heart. It's even darker than mine and the future is so unpredictable that I am in despair.1. So many dreams awoken by a single drop of rain, a simple ray of sunlight.2. I can see your strange light. It's wonderful, addicting. My dreams float on your wrists and my eyes on your hair. You are glorious in the most glorious way. The sky is bright; but your heart is brighter. Mine is even brighter and the future is so predictable that I am in despair.
dublin in a rainstorm (8)i'm in love with your name. i love the way it travels in my mouth. i can taste it, it's lingering on my tongue. i wonder how many people keep your name in their prayers. i wonder how many people hear your name in their nightmares. i remember how your name created my own personal eclipse. (&)i remembered how i watched the past in my mind, as if i was watching a low definition movie. i remembered how your voice echoed in those possibly meaningful words.a long time
the world we seedrag me in youkeep me inside your mindbecause you knowthings are changingand such stories cannot endnot so easilyin times like thisdreams appear while you're awakelike raindrops in Munichwhere the summer paints rain in pleasant colours