I crave a tight embrace as much as I hate it. It’s so powerful it should mean good feelings. It’s a “welcome home”. It’s “I’ve got your back”. It’s “I feel for you”. It’s “I’ll make it better”. It should never be forced. It’s not righting wrongs. I’m a special place myself as you are. Let’s celebrate with big hugs that are good for the heart. Otherwise, step back. And keep your mask.
Next time. It will be next time. When I’ll be stronger, better settled. Next time, next life. I’ll be my person, I’ll make my own rules. I’ll be fierce, proud and whole. I’ll count my wins and losses and never I’ll drown. My mind will be my fortress. Next time, next life. I’ll make mistakes to wear and show. I’ll be so good to myself. Next time, next life.
Don’t you worry. When you’ll face the harsh and tough, I’ll be there. When you fight with your fears, scared to your bones, your hand in mine. I’ll be there to dry your tears and make you smile. I’ll hold you tight when you’re cold inside. I see your scars and the healing you had to survive. I’ll be there when you’ll be losing faith. I’ll show you the bright colors you put in my eyes. I’ll be there to love you, body and soul. May the world be blind to our struggles, I’ll be there because you’re mine.
There’s no fairness to receive back, no gratitude granted. It’s a choice to be true to yourself and maybe losing everything else. I trust No One. I just breathe, then I remember: I’m alive and deserve to be. Doesn’t matter if I’m truly seen, loved and respected. No matter what, I deserve this little place in this Time and Earth. I have to believe.
Turning in circles around my head, I thought you were cheating, in some or either way…
I know it’s my business this need to clarify. My constant search for real in a different kind of light.
Real is my heart and my look into your eyes. Forgive me ’cause it’s cursed, my heart my love and Life.
Lost in the rhythm I found myself. I had to disconnect from every word, chat, expression.. turn the light off, no mobile, no greetings. I can’t stand the bullshit of saying the same empty nice things today. Because today I’m off. From you, from me and everything in between. If you don’t care enough, I don’t give a damn. My silent rebellion is this. You wouldn’t even know! Today I really don’t care. You’re worth the rock under the sun. The one with the dog shit all over. So, have a nice sunday you all!
Greedy grasping nails cutting deep and never to let go.
The need is strong, for your smell, your skin to adore.
Your eyes I keep looking for, in every corner of this world.
This need is burning so deep I wonder if I’ll wake dust on the floor.
Please, come and fix it with handy tools of love.
you could protect us or make this manly world safe from you
it’s not a real need of you when it’s you who makes it scary and unsecure.
let’s hope this will be the future, safe for us to be as we wish, as you wish.
so maybe it’s not meant to be and you can drop the other shoe,
you know, the glass one.
just, throw it away and start another coffee and a book.
I don’t care if you’re not fit enough, I care only for your eyes.
That spark deep down your look that brings me there and I forget myself.
Your hunger makes me want and I must have, but waiting, well…
Waiting makes me think and troubles me so much that I must have.
Just the right words, just the right glaze and I’m yours, all of myself, given.
It doesn’t matter if the time goes by, I don’t care about the older us.
One promise I need from you, and are not the rings or the kids to bring.
Always want me so much that I’ll always lose myself in your arms.