Spitting on your momma's grave
you start to think about happiness,
silly jokes and rainy clouds.
It's okay to be dark sometimes.
And we can be kids,
kids for days.
Hanging on the old cassettes,
being kids for days.
Please let them forget our faces.
Set them free.
And no more rainbows, please,
no more sugar free sodas.
You can keep the change.
Sleeping early is only good
if you wake up late.
Oh, momma, this is the end.
Can we be kids for days?

Whenever I cry, a part of me rejoices;
A fragment which knows that to feel,
Keeps me grounded, makes things real,
And loves all my inner voices.

When I cry it is openly and proudly,
Though not in search for sympathy,
Or in hopes someone will comfort me,
And certainly never loudly.

When I cry it is for me, and me alone,
I have lost the gift of weeping once before,
And- having missed it- know that there is more,
To grieve once it has gone.

You're all around me
Everyone is telling me i should let you go
But how can i do that if
Every song
Every sky
Every smile
Every laughter
reminds me of you?
How can i pretend we're strangers when we've shared so much memories?
How can i let you go when you've given me so much to remember?
How can i let you go if you made me feel like i was the only one you held on to when you were low?
I can't pretend we're nothing
How did you let me go that easily?
What was it all for?
Teach me how to let go
I really need to know

You let down your walls for me and i walked in
I was in love with the view
The sun was shining so brightly
Flowers were blooming
Birds were singing
But
You forced me out
You wanted me gone
You didn't wanna let me know you better
You didn't want me to enjoy the view with you
You didn't give me a chance to be closer to you
You wanted to be alone
You isolate yourself
You locked me out
I thought we could be something more
I really don't know what was it all for
Dark clouds are all i see
Thunder is all i hear
The sun hasn't shined since the day you left
And my dear,
I broke down your walls
But you broke my heart in return

The door open
like a wound

that shows me crying in my room
don't enter, it's grieve in bloom

naked and weak
i present me to you
as human as i can be

There is nothing but love, and now. Nothing but places that ring out memories, memories of learning to lose, memories of us. There is nothing but heartbeat and heartache. Nothing but night sky. Nothing but the gleam of our spirits, their sheer capacity to keep opening themselves against all odds. Nothing but soft eyes and warm hands. Nothing but breathless winter snatching our oxygen and making us taste of ice and courage. Nothing but risk.

There is nothing here but ecstasy and boredom and wonder, nothing but watching her watch the moon, nothing but light. Nothing but mistakes and forgiveness, tender uncertainty. Nothing but the accepting of what is. Nothing but stars falling overhead, and us lifting our hands to catch them. Nothing but resistance, war, the ache for justice; nothing but our poetry burning these walls down, nothing but chain link fences and snow.

Nothing but creation, nothing but sunrise, nothing but nervous first kisses shared in the back of a city bus, nothing but mouths moving together. Nothing but reverence, guns, a god we don’t believe in, the children making snow angels in the park. Nothing but breathing together, laughter and bare feet. Another day, another hour. Nothing but the revolving of Earth, the splitting of cells, these fears we nurse in the darkness, the loss we have chosen to accept.

Nothing but our longing, our need, our dying, our letting go; nothing but nakedness, this human vulnerability, the trust we give to others, the thunder of our feelings, the words we cry out; nothing but our souls rising and falling and growing and moving and touching and aching and knowing and leaving and loving and becoming.

There is nothing but this.