I watch the tears from the clouds running down my window pane and I wonder where you are. Do you have a needle in your arm? 75 more words
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Today I want to walk with you down the fire escape to where the boxes and the trash cans look like treasures and where you have a short conversation with a man Then I want to clamber back up and hear you tell me to be careful now, not to run I want to spin around at the top of the stairs and see your eyes light up when you grab me and lift me high - high up to the brass butterfly and the pipes that sing I feel you kiss me on my cheek and lay your hand on my head You pour yourself some brandy. 36 more words
I am detached. I feel no love, anguish or hatred to make my pulse rate variate enough for a chemical switch I feel the numbness of the emotional winter tightening its grip on my soul Right now I am not here and right now I don't love you It feels like I will never love you again and as if I never did Can you hear me not connecting? 42 more words
1:17 AM insomnia, a cruel friend, watches over my shoulder as I sip hot milk and honey and watch the pixels dancing on a glaring screen behind which no-one lives besides the unknown foreign man who likes writing on your wall and the selfie-girl who does not give a damn about whether you live or die tonight - as long as you Like her photo And the people who's names you know and whose faces you've seen and who called you 'friend' are ever-silent and have become a collection of pixels The only constant but unwanted friend is following the blinking cursor from behind your tired eyes and from within your racing mind as you finish writing at 1:24 AM so that you can fool yourself with some hot milk and cinnamon... 1:31 AM...
From my loins a frail boy-child with wild black hair And he needed me to shield him - against what? Too many things to count but yet I counted with such frantic life-sucking anxiety that I missed my own reflection in the cracked mirror on the wall of his childhood where my shadow kept the sun away and my fears became his own