and you were my
unofficial prince
in my
unoficcial fairytale

i can never think of something to write
when i feel like writing
but when i force myself
to look at my keyboard
thoughts stumble around
sentences are put together
and yet i do not understand all of them
but i write them down
for you
and for me
i hope that i will one day understand it all

the most beautiful part of me
is my mind
and soul
i'll tell you tales
of a broken girl
who rose from flames
but never show you
the naked body
the flames left standing

i feel like i'm walking on
air
too bad that it's
toxic

as a kid
i built my wall with lego's
then later on
i finished it with stones

why am i scared of the dark
when i know that i’m the light
won’t i shine bright enough
or will i scare the dark away
i am so scared
please don’t go
i need my light
and i need my dark
without them
i am nothing
but a shell

i choose to play with words
altough they usually hurt
both good and bad
kind of like the father that i once had
this is my time to heal
and that i will not let him steal
he's now in the past
and that's how it and i
am going to last

i have written words
in the same pace
as my history was being written
i tried writing my past
as so many had suggested
and yet
it never worked
so i started writing my future
and look where i am

i stayed alive
so i wouldn't cause any pain
but then you came along
and had me wanting a future
because no time in the world with you
could ever be enough

i felt misplaced on this earth
and then i found home
in your heartbeat

your suicide
though far away
and close
at the same time
was just a burden
my young heart couldn’t bear
you had no intention
probably didn’t even spare me a thought
but by killing yourself
you started a long and brutal ******
on my
childhood