addiction, something so familiar to me.
i felt it since i was a little baby.
attention seeking somehow sets me free,
a smoke would merely calm my cravings.
obsession is so common to my head,
i lose it over every tiny feature.
it does however leave me hurting bad,
i’m, after all, a very tender creature.
and love. the feeling and the state -
disarmament of sorts, a revelation,
emotion triggered by a random trait,
a permanent, insane fixation.
and in my head i mixed them by default.
no difference between three opposing concepts.
i feel them all at once or none at all,
depending on the person at my doorsteps.
like junkie, i’m addicted to your eyes.
it is your smile i am with obsessed.
and your bed is where my love truly lies.
yet to another i my love confessed.
i get depressed and negative sometimes,
i sweep my feelings right under the rug.
some ask if i need help or some advice,
when all i ever needed was a hug.
i smiled so much my cheeks would hurt,
i’d get a stomach ache from laughing very often.
but now i feel like i’m a latin word —
long lost, forgotten, yet, somehow, immortal.
don’t ask me if i need someone to talk to,
nothing to say, in fact i’m rather speechless.
when you have walked what i had walked though,
you’d know that speaking out is showing weakness.
when i am brave enough to scream my truth,
you will be hearing my voice from far away.
for now, please let me live my youth -
let me be happy, drunk and gay.
i felt depressed.
no, nothing to worry about,
sometimes it’s healthy to just zone out.
tonight, however,
it was especially hard on me.
it felt like my body was going to explode
in this loud, desperate scream.
i had no one to tell.
no one would have truly understood
what is running through
my head.
so i just did, i stood up and i yelled,
at the top of my lungs —
however weird that actually sounds.
the whole day i spent in my bed.
no food, no cigarettes, just my blanket.
horizontal.
the lowest I’ve hit, if there was ever
a ranking.
and no one, no one to tell.
one step at a time, pushing through.
i am mortal.
i wish i could be kind and forgiving,
but i’m always so hard on myself,
it’s exhausting.
i get depressed, i am a hostage
of my own mind.
so right now i should just keep breathing,
and keep hoping, that someday
everything will in fact
be alright.
I was lonely, so
I kept myself busy.
I mean, I was lying down
Trying not to cry.
Other people make life look
so easy.
But here I was, trying to
Live one day at a time.
I like the wind in my hair,
It reminds me,
That I am alive.
When rain drops cover my face,
And I breath in the freshest air,
It reminds me,
That I can still thrive,
It covers me
With the most colourful
patterned lace.
I was lonely,
So I went for a walk,
Like a blue whale, this cloud
Swam through the bluest ever sky.
The wind tousled my curls and locks.
Like crazy, I started laughing out loud,
Trying not to cry.
Complexity of human emotion.
I never understood myself,
How am I supposed to get what the others feel?
It recently felt like I was in the middle
Of an ocean.
I was alone in this boat
Scratching the bottom against the coral
reef.
No people around me, nothing in close proximity.
Just my lonely self, salty air and the guiding star.
Somehow, I still felt so close to
infinity,
One step away from
being too far.
And right now, I wish you were
In the same fucking
boat,
Just cruising with me to the edge
Of this weird ridiculous
world.
But my wish — it is too far-fetched,
And my personal nonsense
is not for your tender ears.
I hope I can prevent
these noises
From settling down
In my head.