Sunday, March 24, 2024

Relentless

When I think of the countless photographs 
taken over years and years 

what was the purpose
capturing what exactly
and why

as this thought nestles in
it punctures my lungs

painful
how can one hold time

worse than sand

Thursday, March 21, 2024

ridiculous

I miss him

but he is right next to me

ready to wake any minute

crying to say

“I need you, I love you, you are my everything”


Now tell me how that’s not addictive as fuck

Monday, March 11, 2024

who loves you

the ones who want to see you
be around you
hear what you have to say to what they have to say to what you have to say

to join the part of you they keep with them
with what is left of you 

and if no one visits,

look inside

Thursday, October 26, 2023

care less

I've painted myself into a corner

now I turn around and paint the corner


leaving footprints and indistinguishable marks

all over my life so far


good only

Wednesday, February 15, 2023

sufficient

If I could split myself in two

into the one who loves me

and the one who is me


who else would I need


not you 

Monday, September 19, 2022

possibly not

I want to fall asleep
in the sun light that settles in my balcony

letting it warm me, even burn me
just a bit

but
stillness is an effort

my mind and my body
so easily overwhelmed, so constantly frustrated

what is it
everything is fucking fine


Monday, September 12, 2022

Love

love has levels 

it is still love, when I say I love you, and I mean I love 
how you smile, the small sounds you make
the paths your mind takes, where you land
how you land, how you receive 
the way you give

even if
I miss you, but I don't yearn
I don't need to be where you are

it is also love, when I say I love you, and I mean I love
how you make yourself available for me
drop of a hat
how you brought me into this world and cared to keep me happy
my dreams so easily displace yours
and the idea of losing you drowns me in fear
not just sorrow

even if 
it is largely a remnant of childhood
being lost in a crowd having let go of your hand



and of course it is love, when I say I love you, and I mean
there is nothing else