POEM: You call it maybe
You call it maybe It feels like no It’s not about me But hurts as though You barely touch me Not in the mood And
You call it maybe It feels like no It’s not about me But hurts as though You barely touch me Not in the mood And
Wie wünsch ich mir, Dass du mir zustimmst So wie ich bin Mich akzeptierst Mit mir den Strom Bergauf entlang schwimmst Dass du mich in,
I’ve had it till here with you rain weather friends Who only show up when I’m down I need someone close, not a clown Who’s only around when
Tangible loneliness Tensible days Tangling performances Mind-bending haze Left with too many thoughts Too far away Gripping old grievances I’m not okay Tangible loneliness Everything’s
I see how you stare at your phone Another night out on your own Two tickets expensive and rare But he is too tired to
Surrounded by impenetrable walls You still have lots of penetration I’m vulnerable for you, and that takes balls No false pretence or hesitation You’ll never
He feels uneasy, stressed Restless, down, depressed He’s lifeless, lonely, lewd Familiar with this mood He fails to fall asleep His strength declining, steep A
I love your love The way you lie Beside me here I’m not sure why I hold your hands Your breath so slow Don’t make
You call me motherfucker, which is technically true But these fine details of my sex life I will not reveal to you You tell me
I love to sleep Though rarely deep It’s like I take A break from living The things I fret I soon forget When I’m awake