Poetry

Love or loneliness

19 August 00:40

People always talk about love or lust
But what about love or loneliness
Do we ever just stay with someone just because we’re scared to be alone
For the comfort?

You know when it’s love
You know when you can’t stop feeling the sparks flying and the bobbles flowing

But what if it’s just not happening
Something is not right
But you stay with them because it’s better than not having someone there
Better than sleeping alone all those night

Comfort is a nice place but also a scary one
You quickly get used to it and it’s really hard to get out of

Suddenly you start mistaking comfort and safety with love

Suddenly you can’t picture your life without that someone next to you
simply because you like the warm breath on your neck

It could be anybody
It just happened to be you ’cause I got tired of looking
Got sick of the game before I made it till the end
So I stopped a halfway
and tricked myself into believing
I had won first prize

But I didn’t

Suddenly one day you wake up
and realize you stayed for all the wrong reasons

For the touch
the kind words
the attention
the eagerness
the accessory
the role

But it’s not him
You can’t fake love
You can’t fake real feelings

Lust is easy to fake
Comfort is hard to find

But love it forever and once you find it you’ll know it

– I don’t want to fall in love with comfort

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I need a scratch map of the countries I’ve kissed

I have a things for foreigners. It’s a thing. It’s a fact. Let’s not dwell on it and start calling each other names. I know I’m not the only one. I just really don’t see what’s so special or fun about being with someone from your own country. I mean, they look like you, grew up like yo and know the same cultural references and traditions as you.

Nah, not for me. I like a little action. A bit excitement. Someone who can surprise me and say stuff like: “No we don’t use Christmas trees for Christmas haha. We use this plant.” See, that would be fun! I could learn something new about the world and broaden my horizon.

I absolutely love talking about Denmark. Everybody who’s met me while I’m abroad would know this. And deep down I think people like to hear about our silly popstars and weird food fetishes. Maybe they don’t, but I love telling them about it anyway. And I get so fascinated to hear someone else talk with such passion about their home country. So why shouldn’t I find someone to tell me about it.

So what is it about these foreigners lips that draw me closer to them each and every time. Is it the accent? The language? The looks? Who knows.

If we’re being really honest, it might just be because they’re far away and I know it won’t last for long. That way I can’t get my heart broken… Just kidding. It will happen either way.  It might even be worse this way.
Side note: A positive thing is that you’ll never bump into him while drunk or on your way home from the gym, because he’s so far away. And isn’t that a great thing!

I know I’ll end up with someone from another country. It’s going to be difficult and stupid but I have a feeling that’s how it’ll be. And I can’t do anything about it.