Tequila Lover

I drink to feel numb,

That certain undefinable something about you.

Please don't be attached to me, I'm not stable. 

It's rather something that you should tell me. 

I'm the one that gets attached to the idea of emotions and feelings. 

Alcohol isn't the answer,

but I drink it anyway. 

I've taken ten tequila shots,
trying to forget your name.
But in the end,
the only name I forget
Is my own. 

Fill me , fill me with your
strong bitter tequila shot
or that hard smokey whiskey
of yours , call me an addict
oh but, who cares about
that psycho addiction of mine

I'm happier now,
but some nights are harder.

At the last party
we all took a shot.
We danced and had fun,
but as I felt the tequila burn my throat;

I wished I could always feel my pain
like this,
because I'd rather it burn
than rip me to shreds,
because I'd rather it burn
than tear me apart.

And if you think tequila burns you, You should try living in the dark.
If you think tequila burns you, 

You should try wanting someone.

If you think tequila burns,
You should think of the last time someone held you.

If you think tequila burns;
Try thinking of every beautiful moment you’ve ever had,
Relive it in your head
go through the motions
and go take another shot.

It can burn in flames or it can either end in paradise. 

an unhealthy fixation

It's Friday night, 

The wine has already seeped deep into my veins 

The thought of sending you a text crosses my mind. 

As I invite you over, 

Knowing we should only be friends.

Your hand rests on my leg, 

Our eyes meet, 

Our mouths lock. 

Passionate enough for the moment we're sharing. 

Surely it isn't healthy

to be this attracted to someone,

who has only ever called me beautiful

when his mind was soaked in alcohol.

Seduce me, 

reduce me,

fool me, 

You're an unhealthy fixation,

With a cotton-candy kiss;

A sweet slip of tongue,

You fooled me.

It's not about the cigarettes we shared ; 

It's about the smoke. 

The smoke is like sex to my throat.

Oh how bittersweet it is;

To look at you

To be beside you.

Your memory is a bittersweet melody

That is stuck in my skull,

The bitter reminder of it being over

But the sweet remembrance of your soft kiss.

Seduce me, 

             reduce me,

fool me, 

Just don't elude me. 

Lost stars

Absence of real things

Makes all dust float more freely

Extract of abstract.

Aren't we all just lost stars? 

Trying to find our place in this messed up world we call home? 

I gaze into the moon’s eyes like 

a child seeking a lost friend.

Traveling 

on a spinning rock.

But aren't we all just lost stars? 

Searching for meaning, 

Tonight my mind is like

the vacuum of outer space

black black 

& devoid of life

but full of infinite possibilities.

Like painting skies,


Full of expression


Till the end of space, 


Illuminated by my infinite peace.

So aren't we still lost stars?

Constantly drifting like the galaxies.

Maybe one day, you should take me to your planet. The atmosphere on mine is disappearing and I'm finding it hard to breathe.

Cause I'm that lost star,

Constantly drifting in outer space. 

A Loving Soul

If I could write a story

It would be the greatest ever told.

Of a kind and loving father,

Who had a heart of gold.

He is gone now

It is hard to believe.

This man is my dad

Who I will never see

Why my dear, sweet dad

Was taken so soon?

When he was my guiding star,

My sun and my moon

There are no answers

To a question like this,

So I’ll cherish your memory

And hold him dear.

But I will see him again,

This I know

The day will come ,

When it is time for us to go!

Cause the day we meet,

I know we’ll never be torn apart. 

Can't continue

The smell of nostalgia kicked in 

Memories of days long gone,

How we ate pizza at 2 in the morning.

We had some good memories, some have left me. 

I cannot seem to remember how I got here, 

where I am now?

Still I'm trying to figure out where I'm going.

I've grown immensely since the last time we spoke, 

The last time we kissed. 

I seem to have gone off topic, 

But somehow you keep on reminding me of a past I should forget, 

Still you've made it to my future.

Now I don't even know how -or if- I should let go. 

Change is good

We used to be in each others life, 

more involved, 

more sensual, 

more real. 

Now I spend so much of my time thinking about you. 

About us. 

Convinced enough to try and fix it.

Think that I could try and figure out where we went wrong and make everything okay again. 

I want everything to go back to the way it was before we became such different people. 

But we both changed;

There is no denying it. 

We are still in each other's lives, but in a new way now, 

a less involved way, 

but still some sort of way. 

And I'm accepting it, 

I don't mind it so much anymore, 

I'll be okay, 

Eventually. 

I'm afraid

I cannot always find an answer 

For the things that happens in my life. 

At the moment I'm afraid 

That my bones will rust,

Before these feelings do. 

I'm afraid that

My soul will fade, 

Before this ink does. 

I'm afraid that

I will lose my tongue, 

Before the world loses its flavour. 

I'm afraid that

You will (not) be there 

When the bullet strikes. 

Starry Night

When it went down it was hard to believe.

It was like a burning fire inside of me. 

I want to scream from the inside out! 

So loud! The whole world can hear me cry. 

You were supposed to be nothing.

I should feel nothing.

Unfortunately I do. 

I want to forget about it. 

That night we shared something fiery. 

A night where the skies were filled with darkness and raging stars. 

A night filled with too much alcohol 

Where I could feel the poison gushing through my veins.

A night I should forget, but I don't know if I'm ready, yet?