The night is young

We could’ve hopped on a plane

And visitted a foreign place by midnight

Checked into a hotel and made love

While looking at the stars

It could’ve still been 11PM by a beach

I could already feel the warm breeze

Music and we could’ve been dancing

While the night is young

You could’ve led me to a dreamscape

In which we could paint together

Scenery of a clear sky and future

Or a familiar illusion of reality which

We yearned to believe for too long

That the night is still young

The Victim

 

I wonder why at times

it feels like a lie

your sweet blinding words

truly made me want to believe

I wish for the smoke to clear

so I can remember that you

of all people would know so well

ways to manipulate people

since you were once a victim

or so you said again and again

and again you are still a victim

so I start questioning myself

if you are still that character

what does that make me?

Fascinating

all you did was
stand still
with your spell

sounding so sweet

looking so divine

you hold my wishes

in your palm

to grant or to crush

and through your magic

you showed me a glimpse

of what we could be

so in an instant I fell

but I don't even care

whether I survive the fall

or if I die

because in every way

in every second

every time I look at you
even right here, right now

as I see the ground approaching

at a horrifying speed

all I can think of is how

could someone look so

beautiful

 

But

all I ever wanted was love

Blue

I used to wonder

when we die out

do we just disappear

or do we go out with a bang

leaving an unknown dark hole

gaping in our soul?

do we cry

as our little light

gets blown out

without a fight

do we cherish

or do we curse

do you flourish

knowing what you just escaped?

do I become the wind

that caresses your hair

all the while to stop wondering

are you doing fine

or are you also feeling blue

wondering if

even in your greatest time

isn't your heart hollow too?

Warmth

I chipped a little part of me

every time I brush against you

or anyone new

the sharp edges

surrounding my soft center

cannot be seen anymore

but

with you it's just a brush

never an embrace

only brief impacts

that shaped me differently

so even though I know

I'm disappearing slowly

at least what is left of me

get warm from the friction

from when I brush against you

Paradise

somewhere in a foreign city

I found a part of me

drifting off, wandering

with nowhere to go

head is pounding

heart is breaking

and my soul is floating

in strange chemicals

and musky fragrance

right before silence took over

on the edge of sobriety

I watch myself

taking wispy breaths of

wind and sky

drowning in endorphins

grasping remnants of reality

when I woke up

from the dream I realized

just how unfair it is

you told me that human

must not cling onto the clouds

while you spread your wings

and live in paradise