After

I'd never thought that love can find its way
Within the line between my sober and drunk state
The realness of you came like a storm

You asked me why I always look so sad

After so many times of being thrown to shame
From your lips I will soberly restrain
I hope I made you feel embarrassed

Give me your taste of realness again

Otherwise Engaged

Ridiculous
You tell me
I wouldn't kiss you anyway
even if I weren't
otherwise engaged

Believe me,
I understand
I wasn't a small boy yesterday
running about, love-sick,
wanting you and maybe her

That's stupid
You go on
It's possible you're quite amused
Maybe it's all in my head
Maybe you would kiss me

Don't be afraid
You whisper
I want to hold your hand
just as you want, so much,
my tender lips

I wish deeply
That it's not a joke
Your words and motions comfort
but emotions are a game
You play me like a child.

This Is Life

It Doesn't Matter If You Don’t (Life)

Our Broken Rhythm

I made a compromise when I first said “hello” to you

It took a while for me to process what that was

You made a compromise when you found my name, too

It took us ages to realise we were broken

I made a compromise by allowing you to be my friend

It was a hard thing for me - letting you in

You made a compromise giving me your heart to lend

It was a struggle for us every moment

We didn't listen to each other for a while

It was a stupid thing for me to do

We had a hard time coming back together

I guess there wasn't any rhythm

But I'm trying my best to show you I care

If you'll open up I’ll show you that it’s worth it

You are beautiful now so please don't disappear

My hands are always longing for your touch

I Wish, I Wish, I Wish...

I didn’t want you to dazzle me, honestly!

I mean, it’s not like I was out looking for heartbreak

I didn’t want you to smile too big or tell me you cared

It’s perfectly reasonable for me to want detachment

There’s not much to say about my artistic mind

or about how I get feelings so easily

It’s a pity, for sure, I’ll admit that

And it’s not like you helped at all by loving me when I wanted to die

So when I look at your bright eyes;

your white teeth;

your perfect skin;

your long hair:

dark, flowing, silky;

you, gorgeous in every way

I don’t want to be asking myself things like

“What did I do wrong?”

“How did I mess up?”

“Where did you go?”

In fact I’d rather I’d never felt nothing or anything however you put it

I’d rather I’d never met you or at least rather was blind

and on top of that I wish I was stupid

So I could never realise your brilliant worth

And could never love as a route to more hurt

Me and my Thighs

The biggest feud I've had of all

Is me myself and my thick thighs 

The friends you've known your whole life

The reasons for your silent cries

The lengths you'd go to make them right

The diets, so they'd satisfy 

The dress you waited winter time

To wear once.

And then the pay checks that you blew

To buy five bottles of the goo

To rid yourself of cellulite 

...it didn't work, and then you cried.

No thigh gap to fill up with love

Self love

No curves to hug the lovers hand 

No lover either.

And yet when time comes and you have to run 

Nobody's on your side but your thigh sisters. 

In beauty's eyes you had to compromise 

Embracing them has brought no prize 

But runner, that you are and woman too 

So find the love to give back to your thighs. 

#selfie

I am an architect,

Degrees at which the lens stands don't subject.

I am the sculpture,

They feed their intuition, vultures.

My eyes, my nose, my hair, bones,

Without completion, soldiers stand alone. 

Shield yourself with a cheesy lyric quote

As they bombard you with the heavy load

Of praise like God

To which you bow and thank The Lord

For granting you the knowledge that at 5 o'clock 

Instagram is crowded with the feeding stock. 

So feed them as they feed you.

And nurture in yourself a sense of pride and shame.

You're a sheep with most fur yet a sheep. 

We are the tragic heroes of this social game.