The not even near full beard, the intense eyes.

It is like being with you and seeing someone else.

The little insecurities and strong dominance.

The way he makes me not forget you.

When everyone is outgoing I am awkward.
When everyone is outside I am inside.
When everyone is happy I am sad.

Why should I be outgoing?
Why should I be outside?
Why should I be happy?

What is outgoing?
What is outside?  
What is happy?

*Outside these walls I have never been.

Even when I am
Six feet under
The ground
I'll still be
thinking
About
Cats
Their
Lovely
Personalities
Their fluffiness
Purrs and meows

Oh dear sister. The misery hides inside the house. The one I told you about. The one you forgot.

Oh dear brother. Why can't you see the pain. The one I told you about. The one you forgot.

Oh dear mother. Why is the monster not gone. The one I told you about. The one you forgot.

Oh dear father. The creature is inside you. The one I told you about. The one you forgot.

We can't touch.
That's what they say.
It's impossible for us.
For everyone.

The air between makes it impossible.

We can touch.
That's what I say.
It's possible for us.
For everyone.

I felt your soft skin against mine.

We can't touch.
That's what you say.
It's possible for everyone.
Not for us.

It is finally time to move on from this stormy relationship.
You took of and as the storm consumed my broken heart.
I waited for windless night and birds to be singing again.
*Only small gusts of wind filled with memories remains.

I've planned the perfect escape. Every path, every step, every breath. I have planned it all. Except from one single tiny detail. You. No matter how much I want you to you're not coming with me. This is why I'll never be leaving. This tiny detail is the reason for why I'll never leave. You're the reason why I'm missing this tiny detail

As my dad opened the door and woke me up I knew. I knew that it had come to its end. End of life. Life that was precious to us. Us left here in the pain. Pain like you felt before you went. Went somewhere. Somewhere.

Music is my drug. A dangerous yet healing addiction. It distracts me from reality and takes away the pain. But with never ending pain the music stays forever. Lyrics is the only thing on my mind. Lyrics speaking truth and false. Anxiety and panic rages when it stops and everything goes silence. There's no golden silence as my head quietly explodes from the reality I'm living.

Get up. Raise the blinds. Look yourself in the mirror as your pupils contract. Let the light warm you up. Open the window and feel the fresh air against your skin. It's a new day. A new beginning.

Sleeping to forget about everything for awhile. Every thought I've ever had runs through my head like tears down my face. I can't get away. My head is working high speed trying to suppress the memories.
*Why can't I sleep forever?

Jeg ønskede mig dig, dine charmerende ord og sommerfuglesværm til alt uendelighed.
Aldrig vil jeg ønske igen.
For du er ikke mere end dominante ord og sarkastiske følelser.

Waves pulling back before bending over in a chaotic movement. Water with a salty taste and ships sailing from coast to coast only leaving ******* behind, drags her thoughts away until they come crashing back with a rumbling splash. As the last ship leaves coast, tears start streaming down her face.

Playing the harp like our hands were on fire until a string broke and we put it aside. Knowing it was there but never took the time to repair it. We never got to play the last nodes of our love song.

It's easy to loose yourself but hard to find yourself and even harder to find yourself right after loosing yourself.

The prey is surrounded by hunters waiting to make their next move. To make the light leave the preys glancing eyes and the blood pour out from it's veins leaving it dead for them to rip apart. It's only appreciated when it's gone down their throats, into their stomach and as the hunger starts again the poor creature is already forgotten and the hunt for a new prey has begun.

Telling someone to be themselves in this society, is like telling a bird with two broken wings to fly.

This short appearance of mine here on earth will be over before I will ever notice. If you only live once then what am I doing sitting here with nothing to do when in reality I can do anything I put my mind to.

I look in the mirror and see another person staring back. Pale skin and dark eyes keeping too many secrets. Questioning rather there really is another person or I'm going insane. Who am I, who's the person inside me. Am I dead or alive.

Our eyes meet unexpected. In confusion and mistrust you look away. As your eyes turn back down you hit your hand in your papers. A sigh of irritation finds it way out of your mouth. I've got nothing left to say, so I turn around and leave. That moment is where I realize that everything is said and done.

• The place where we first met and you asked me if I was sad or it just was that way my face looked.

• The streets where you walked on the road and I on the curb so that you wouldn't have to hang to one side because I'm lower than you.

• My red hoodie where you'd put your hands up my sleeve and hold my hand when your hands got cold.

• The field where we stood hugging for so long and you first told me that you liked me and wanted to kiss me.

• The bench out by the lake where we used to sit tight and watch the stars.

• Near the school bus where people saw us holding hands and I finally felt like we were together.

• By the bonfire on a field near the school where we sat and measured who had the biggest tummy.

• The room where you laid me down in the bed and we started cuddling but someone knocked on the door so we had to stop.

• Japan where we spoke like nothing was wrong even though nothing was right and that was the last time we spoke.

I've been counting the stars for so long that I have lost track of the moon.

Jumping in the water -
Splash
I'm drowning.