hate me
don't like me
lie to me
say bad things to me
stab me
hurt me
never
look at me
get down on me
touch me
and
love me
coz when you do
i'll lose
myself
for thinking of all
the bad things
you've done to me

xo

every word you say to me
adds to my alphabet soup

i crave for your consonants
i've grown gluttonous for your vowels
and the creamy soup glides with your voice

when people ask me what i would like
i feel as if it will always be alphabet soup :)

I dream of a desert
the cold nights

when life hides
and death is

exposed as needy
pleading for

satisfaction

the history of
christianity

is buried in a desert

the memory of
the night death

was found wanting

the wind is hitting my face
my heart is beating so fast out of my chest
i’m trying to catch my breath
i have sweat running down my spine all the way down to my legs

the waves are splashing me
more water on my damp body
can’t tell what is sweat and what is salt water

but i’m running and i’m running
by the beach
listening to my favorite music
going along with the beat

tell me,
what else am i supposed to feel except for freeness?