the arc (the flood is coming)

all these words
 have been stuck inside me
for so long,
 it's time to let them go

ending ment

"it's like your body,
was made for mine"
you said,
while your kisses filled my lips
and we weren't getting enough sleep

and i can't help my mind
drift away when you talk,
daydreaming about
what might be in store for us

my gaze wanders onto yours,
my gaze wonders onto yours.
in those silences filled with uncertainties,
i scrap my knees
falling for you

and maybe, just maybe,
if tonight we stay up late,
tomorrow won't have to come
and i won't have to say
goodbye
(goodbye)

birth (thank you)

one eye,

and the the other.

a couple of screams inbetween,

but breathing.

blood,

sweat

and tears

cemented you into existence.

don't ever say,

she never did

anything for you

you are here,

you are here,

you are here,

she did that.

(don't let all that work be undone)

the (de)feat

I'm amused
by the power of all the sadness
i held inside
for so long.

how did i let it become like that?
when did i stop believing,
that my body was a temple?

it was way too early,
when they told me
it had nothing valuable,
when i believed it.

sticks and stones,
sticks and stones,
they all broke me.