Sometimes I paint outside the framework.
Because even the perfectionist goes berserk.
Just to let the steam out of the system.

Sometimes I dream that my teeth are falling out.
I never know what that is about.
Only to find myself waking up with the feeling of relief.

Sometimes I stare directly into the burning sun.
It is a battle that I have not yet won.
Perhaps a walking stick will accompany me someday.

Sometimes I run with my old loose shoes.
Only to collide with the ground, leaving me with a blue bruise.
I never seem to learn from my mistakes.

Sometimes I apologize, even if it is not my fault.
But I can take the blame. I am tough as asphalt.
I do not mind to say what others are afraid to admit.

Sometimes I wish I could look in the mirror.
See all the things a little clearer.
To greet my reflection with a smile.

You will know everything
because I will tell you
every thing
from the first time I knew
I was in love
and how my harboured feelings
tried to eat me alive

You will know how much
I thought about you a lot
how I wondered about
the routines you never missed
and the places you've gone to
on rainy evenings
I let my mind wonder and wander
around the thought of you

You will know
that I missed you often
even at times when we're
only two seats apart
or when our arms
almost touch on accident
I let my skin miss what yours could
potentially feel like on mine

The tree.
It’s waving at
me.
Calling
me.
Begging
me
to come out. Run away from
Here. This prison, holding me back from my
                         deepest
                                                       ­                      longing.

I hate it Here.

I need to go. I need to run away from
Here.
Run to
Him.
That tree…
I dream of the other tree.
The tree under which we promised with our
lips;
Promised that
Someday,
we will have each other, without having to
  Hide.
                        Wait.
                    ­                     ....Run.
But maybe,
if we want,
we will run anyway.

The tree keeps waving at me.
*It hasn’t given up.