Go on, my love let's change our sheets let the dull whiteness reinvent our desire
Let's move, my love find a new house to call it home and ignore the empty space we can’t fill on our own
Let's go, my love what do you try to say? you would rather leave then to stay forever the same?
It is insane how intense I feel your skin on mine even after you left I feel your hands which grab me tight and close like it wasn't your phantom which drives his fingers over my body
How all the water in the world isn’t enough to clean my skin from your touches which imprinted on my body and cover me with paintings I could never draw on my own
I want to find my comfort in you instead of building a place to call it a home only to see it collabs on the fragile ground which I misunderstood as stable because they told stories about love and its fiction instead of the truth its pleasure on destruction
Between promises and lies I found myself lost in your labyrinth of words
I want to discover freedom rename the emptiness inside of my mind I start to understand that nobody ever said emptiness had to be filled to enjoy, to feel, to be it`s only an assumption a comforting picture the feeling of feeling fulfilled. we are used to fix and fill and fit get uncomfortable around unknown, around space because we desire comfort which isn’t freedom in the first place so at the end of the day how can we feel free when we try to fill ourselves only to avoid the void inside of us Isn't it the empty blue sky which let the sun enlight the day? Isn't it the open dark sky which let the moon guard the night? why don't we use the free space and instead of calling it emptiness let’s call it freedom instead of calling it loneliness let’s call it independence instead of searching let's call it finding
Your promises sweet like honey touching my lips filling my soul Let’s see How long you can keep your promises of love, respect and security
finding myself drifting to sleep in your arms knowing that waking up next to you will be a great reason to wake up for
Last night I’ve dreamed about you.
I’ve dreamed about us
About the past, the fight, and the short but yet so beautiful periods of peace.
I’ve dreamed about you and your beautiful laugh and your even prettier smile.
I’ve dreamed and I fell back in love, in love with us and the past.
I’ve felt relieved to have you back. To have the past back, like nothing ever happened. Like this is just as and how we use to be.
We didn’t share a world together, we created a universe. Both of us used to live on our own planet, but there was no space between our worlds. Not a tiny bit.
But who of us knew how fatal it would be when two worlds who were ment to be together, would separate for a moment? Who of us knew, that a moment could mend eternity? Who of us knew that there is a universe, where our worlds would be miles away from each other? Who of us knew how broken our worlds were? Who of us knew that our universe was about to fall apart?
And than
I woke up.
Alone in my bed.
Shivering from the cold you left behind.
Searching you desperately in my bed.
Where are you?
Why aren’t you here?
What happened?
Was this really just a dream?
There is too much space without you.
Too much.
I can’t
breath
But still
You are gone.
Because it was me who left.
Because there was nowhere to stay.
Because we couldn’t fix our worlds once again.
Maybe it was me who left.
But it was you who didn’t said a word.
Not even goodbye.
I don’t want to be your drunk text romance. I don’t want to hear your confession of love at 1 a.m when you are drunk and lost in your feelings of loneliness and desperation. I don’t want to be loved the way you love me whenever you feel like it. I don’t want to be loved because you want to love someone and I am the only one around. I want to be loved because you love me not because you think you do.
You can’t make a home out of a person
and at the end, it’s all I wanted to make you my home fill your body with my spirit fill my soul with your love to find me in your mirroring eyes I wanted to make a home out of you feel your presence next to mine breath your air which filled your lungs once and now fill mine
And still no matter how hard I tried to make a home out of you to hold on to the idea of what we could be you were never mine you were never my home no matter how hard I tried because you can’t make a home out of a person
about thoughts, time, losing and finding, feeling and living, falling and healing and of course bittersweet love♡
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