To the girl sitting in front of me. You that somehow have found the secret to a happy life please do not ever give a sip of your lips to someone who sees you as ordinary because there is nothing ordinary in being like you, seated on the throne of silent voices whispering: “what happened to her?” just because your legs stopped taking you away from reality a long time ago, I do not know when or why.
It all began with a storm in June. In the days before your atomic eyes had fallen on the outskirts of my body I didn’t feel in danger like those who live in the countryside and feel that they remain immune to human’s touch.
I’ve lost balance between the gravity of your love and the softness of your lips, I lay in clouds of confusion and I wonder if the sun will ever rise again, what will dawn taste like without you?
If only I could sleep with your demons one more night I know I will convince them to love me. Your flaws, the imperfections that many mouths touched with salty words, those imperfections were the place in which I’ve secretly hidden my love for you.
Tic Tic Tic
Tic tic tic Listen to the sound of our hands moulding together. Finding their imprecise shape into brokeness. You would wonder how does an empty hand have an ocean of secrets on the shores of our fingers.
Thief of Love
I have borrowed memories from those who close their eyes when they kiss, stolen the melting substance that unites lovers. I have ripped off the tears of unrequited love from those virgin faces. I have walked on the footprints of those too scared to give life a chance.