Almost

‘Almost’ is the punishment for all my sins
‘Almost’ is why it didn’t really happen
Weren’t we just one step away from being an us?
Now we’re an almost.
Almost love.

The moon is closer to the sun than I am to anyone

I would hold my breath so long
to wash ashore where I belong
Broken roses on the steps
Like promises I never kept

Nada Surf – Troublemaker

In love with Judas

I’ve learned love is like a brick.
You can build a house or sink a dead body.

-Lady Gaga, Judas

Unfortunately, it feels more like sinking a dead body the last days.
Something erodes me and I can’t point the finger on it.
He gave me a key to the house of his parents and somehow it was cursed.
I feel bad since I have it. It lies in my pocket heavy like a stone.
I regarded it carefully but there’s nothing wrong with it.
It’s me.
I don’t want a key.
I want to move out.
I want a home.

~Something like love~

A poem from August 2009.

Your beautiful eyes told a thousand lies
of talks ’till the morning and castles of ice.
Told stories of lifes you spent by my side.
Couldn’t imagine how it hurts when love dies.
So much for your words. They afterwards hurt.
I must confess that love’s free as a bird.

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