Freitag, 27. April 2012

(to) forget

Sometimes it's better to forget about people...

but come one. could you forget about a person you love since 9 months?
Could you? I don't think so. Thats reality. You cant.

You can try to get them out of your life.
Delete their numbers from your cell phone.
Delete all of your text's.
Delete them from your IM.
Delete them from your facebook.
If you've got something special from them,
a shirt, a ball, even just a shoelace,
you can put them away, behind your wardrobe,
your sofa, also out of your room, even if you put that
special thing into the garbage.
It WONT go out of your mind.
He or she WONT go out.



the 'funny' thing about that is,
that you just can't forget them because you don't want to.
If you did, you wouldn't need to delet them.
You can ignore them, and life without them.
Even if they're there.




I don't want to forget you.
I want you to 'Wait for me somewhere between reality and all we've ever dreamed'


xoxo'

Donnerstag, 26. April 2012

Tired

Well, you make me sick.
You wont let me sleep, so i'm fucking tired.
I can't think anymore, my body is breaking down.
When i'm walking, i have to concentrate so much, that i won't fall down.
I feel like on drugs. I feel like a junkey, like on crack or cocaine.
But am not. Am not even drunk, ok, i drink but just at weekend.
I know, i'm on a drug.. You're my drug. I can't stop it.

I can't sleep without that you're spooking around in my dreams,
to many times, to many bad things, but i wish they would be real..



A perfect evening would be, that we're laying on the sofa, you've made a coffee for me.
We spend our time by waching a movie, and i can cuddle me on your shoulder.
That would be perfect.


xoxo'

Dienstag, 17. April 2012

I want snow outside.
I want to lay down somewhere, and forget the time.
I want to be outside to long.
I want to be fucking skinny.
I want to be anerexic.
I want to see my bones again.
I want to be able to touch them.
I want to say

I've made it.



It makes me sick to chat you, and you're not texting back.
It makes me sick.

Montag, 9. April 2012

Monsieur?

Well, we spent time together, but that does not make it better.
No, it just hurts more and more.
Everyday i'm waiting for  you. Texting me.
I'm stupid. I know, we'll never be. But i know, that i love you.
I know, that i  try to forget you. I know that i already tried it and i've failed.
I tried to delet you from my life. I deleted you from my phone, my messenger, my pc.
But i can't keep you out of my brain. It doesn't works. It's like hell. really.
I want to spend more time with you. Not everyday, but sometimes a week. A moth. A year.

You make me meak. You really do.

If i think of you, i can't feel my fingers anymore.
Did you EVER got that feeling when you saw a person you might love?
At any person on your life? I did. I do. Yes i do.