Poetry

Dreams

I dream of lying close to you
Feeling your breath on my skin
The feeling of belonging and safety will return to my body

I dream of telling my mom about you
And showing her my affections for you
The last time I miscalculated

I dream of being the one you dream of all through the lonely nights
To be the one you want to hold tight and be yours for the saving

I dream that this dream will not remain a dream but someday turn into reality

I wish so hard that tears are falling from my eyes showing the gods how much I care

Could this be a new muse
Could this be the end of you?
And the return of my old self

Oh how I wish and pray and dream.

I dream this dream will someday come true

Poetry, Written Words

Warmth

I need a warm body to get me through this cold winter
I feel the breeze inside my body and need you to scare it away

Tea no longer helps. It’s artificial warmth and I need the real deal
With you close to my body I will get the necessary heat to stay alive

Tonight it is especially cold
Tonight it is especially lonely
Warmth is not just about the temperature
It’s about the sensation and atmosphere in the room

The electricity between us roasts the room allowing it to kept this pleasant temperature
These sparks set the room on fire without the need of extinguishers.

It’s just us
But its fake
For you are no here
Nobody is except me

Here I lie freezing, dreaming of warmer times
Fantasizing about strange bodies

Hopefully one day soon I won’t need to think these thoughts anymore.

For you will be here warming me up.

Poetry, Written Words

Bingewatching

We watch to escape
Watch to forget
Our problems disappear as they fill us up with hopes and dreams.
All these stories help me forget mine
Forget how wrong it all felt before I started

I want to get lost
Get sucked into their world
Far away from my own
Their lives are better
Prettier
Nastier

I prefer it that way
It makes me feel so small
Like all my thoughts were stupid
And that I should take life for granted

For what if
But it isn’t so I shouldn’t need to escape for 7 hours without stops just rolling and rolling
Letting the screen fill me up with longings and laughers that aren’t my own
They’re fake for I am not there with them

I am alone
My problems stay
My life is the same in the morning
You can’t run away from the stuff you don’t want to face
But it just feels so good
And once in a while it’s okay

It’s okay to escape