It runs in my family
I thought I was lucky
That the gene had skipped me
It turns out I was wrong
It’s not a substance I can’t give up
It’s you I am addicted to
Years went by
And the need was barely there
I thought I was done
......
“Only kiss me on my forehead,
if you're trying to make me yours."
A gentle sterness in your voice.
A soft command that echoes.
Is it a dare or a boundary?
I still can't decide.
And now here you are, wrappen in nights emrace.
As I see myself leaning in.
......
I spend days thinking of you
And nights dreaming of you
Your smiling image is stuck in my eyes
And your voice is buzzing in my ears
It’s fascinating after so many years
I’m still reminiscing of your sweet apple pies
When you used to spoon-feed me
And wipe my lips with kisses of honey.
I tried to forget you, to move on
......
Oh! Non. Je n'attendrai pas que tu sois malade en phase terminale
Ou mourir pour t'envoyer des bouquets de fleurs tropicales
Aujourd'hui, c'est bien l'heure de se tenir au sommet de l’échelon
Pour montrer mon amour au milieu du brouhaha des averses sans saison.
Tu es profondément aimée, chère et tendre princesse décorée
Tu es toujours dans mon esprit, dans mon spleen, mon cœur et mon âme
Tu es toujours au sommet du sondage impartial, sur mes épaules
Et je t'aime d’une passion indélébile puisque tu es ma bien-aimée.
......
The enchantment of our love,
Is a spell that never fades,
As we journey together,
On paths that love has paved.
With the magic in your touch,
And the sparkle in your eyes,
I am lost in the enchantment,
Of the love that never dies.
......
Little star twinkling so very high,
shining bright for us tonight,
don’t you dream of the world below,
away from the darkness shrouded around.
Against the bright mighty sun,
like an ant do you ever feel,
wanting to find your own sky,
the land where you are the one.
Grateful are we, in love are we,
you- the diamonds we yearn to hold,
......
I feel stuck, trapped,
in the vast space entitled of freedom.
And I am free- no chains to hold me down,
no strings for me to hang on,
yet the suffocation I am surrounded by,
has me lost in a world of void,
dropping down the rabbit-hole,
hands stretched out to hold onto something,
something- anything,
as the fear creeps and crawls up my spine,
......
I caught myself missing him.
Realistically I don't know if I missed him or missed the routine,
The good morning text, getting through the day updating one another and the simplicity of having someone be present in your life.
I'm not sure if I missed him or if I missed the potential I saw in him, the way his mother convinced me he was a good guy when no one was around.
I'm not sure if I missed him or missed what could have been. We could have been something good and healthy. We could have healed one another's traumas. We could have been happy.
......
if all the universe is entangled
if we are all opposites in order to exist
intertwined
we are tied, we are
victims of fate, bound
by the very nature of the impossible
but measuring renders particles split apart
cut that crimson thread that binds us
for we know our truth
the probability
......
“Only kiss me on my forehead,
if you're trying to make me yours."
A gentle sterness in your voice.
A soft command that echoes.
Is it a dare or a boundary?
I still can't decide.
And now here you are, wrappen in nights emrace.
As I see myself leaning in.
......