I think so much about you,

that there are no thoughts left for you to think about me.

 

I dream about you,

so I do not disturb your sleep.

 

I stare at you,

so that you don’t notice me.

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who/what/when/where/why/how ?

please stay

I worried/I worry/I will worry

I hate this

to hug/two arms/too late

I thought there was something

I thought I was something

I thought I was someone

I thought you were someone

I think you are someone

I hope you will be someone

The procrastinator

It’s very easy to procrastinate,
To do things ’till it’s almost late.
To have fun I don’t hesitate,
But to do work, I will wait.

There are oh so many distractions,
creating temporary satisfactions.
They have immediate attractions,
but they are foolish actions.

Oh look, oh look, a notification,
and thus begins more procrastination.
I’d have more productivity with decapitation.

So how shall I solve solve this mess?
It’s quite bad, I must confess.
It causes me much distress.
I need to procrastinate less.

I say that I’ll do it tommorrow
The next day, same excuse I borrow.
It creates a small bit of sorrow.
But alas, I shall fix this problem today,
and then procrastinate tommorrow!

untitled feelings

reading through our old messages

feeling the highs and the lows

pretending that I’m talking to you again

 

our witty banter

and sly remarks

our innuendos

 

I told myself that I was over you

I lied

I cried

 

I want to see you again

touch you

touch me

 

no need to drink

you’re intoxicating

one sip is never enough

The weather in my eyes ( another old-ish poem)

My eyes are the clouds
from which the rain falls.
I do not know
when the sky shall clear up.

Sometimes the sky is cloudy,
sometimes it’s sunny.
Sometimes there are storms,
sometimes there are droughts.

They say we can’t control the weather
but should just be prepared
for whatever comes.
So I take cover.

Do I hide from the weather?
Or just let it pass?
I don’t know how long it’ll last.

Right now I’m in the eye of the storm.
It’s watching me closely.
With every move I make,
the winds change direction.
I’ll need shelter, I’ll need protection.

The weather is in my eyes,
and my heart.
I hope when it’s rough,
nothing is torn apart.

What you do to me ( a poem I wrote several years ago)

Oh what you do to me,
how you make me sad.
It cancels out those times,
the good times we’ve had.

I want to cry myself to sleep
But you’re not worth my tears.
The way you affect me
is one of my fears.

You’re the mistake I make
time and time again.
When will I learn?
Can’t wait until then.

Do you do this on purpose?
Or do you not know?
What you do to me.
Oh no, the woe.

Are you for real?
I think you’re fake.
You never give,
you only take.

You’ve tested the strength,
the strength of my heart
multiple times
you have torn it apart.

My mind realizes what you are
how you take my heart far.
You take it, and break it
and leave me a scar.

Oh, what you do to me.
Were you only a fantasy?
From you, my friend
I wish to be free.