Why can’t I be with thee

Roaming the space of the universe

Just to see, if you and me

Could stand the infinity of time

Face to Face

SLCB

She’s passive

Aggressive

Her ego

Is massive

She doesn’t care

About anyone’s

Feelings

She does what

She wants

Makes choices

For everyone

Around her

Her mother

Her father

Her brother

Her lover

She only cares

About her

And no one else’s

Feeling matter

She’s a SLCB

The dawn

With fresh new snow

Awakens a different situation

Not to know

What the day will

Happen upon

In the sudden changes

Of habit of a woman

Kind is near

When in need— so dear

To meet necessity

With an action to rear

I’m looking in the mirror

So foggy

I hope soon I can see clearer

I don’t really think

Anyone can save me

And honestly

I’m not sure

I really want saving

I tend to be

My worst enemy

There’s no risk

If you don’t try everything

I will get by

I’ll see you in my next

Life

Hope to be a better me

My head’s definitely

Not in straight

Got to try and flip it

Maybe get an x-ray

What’s wrong with me

What’s all this weight

Pushing on my chest

I suffocate

Better change my mindset

Maybe it’s time to

Meditate— again

I know I’m alive

There will be better days

I can walk down the street

Feel free

Celebrate and maybe elevate

The hours count down

They turn into

Longer days

Still away from you

Be here with me

Already

And then stay

At least in some way

You already did

Your spirit

I feel

Is always with me

—for real

Why is it

Than I want

To say

That I am happy

When I am with

You

But without

You

You

Don’t say the same

About me

Yet, you obviously are

She‘s a stubborn woman

Always trying to outdo me

But soon

She will understand

Eternity

The night is yours

You took it

Away from me

I cannot sleep

I cannot dream

Because of your vanity

But still

I hope you’re happy

And in peace

And at ease

Not me

I write

For you

My, Eli

The day is

And here— I am

Without you

But so close

Almost there— I wish

For you

Yet— the moments

They pass

All the gifts

My love— I have

For you— are hidden

In our imagination

In the Moment

Suddenly

You’re there

I can feel

Your beautiful soul

I can feel

You

And we dance

On the rings of Saturn

For a while

But then, again

You wake up

And here you are

Still by my side

But in real life

You Cannot

Be you

You Cannot

Be with me

But you know

You

Could be

Happy

And just be

You

With me

Whenever I tell you

I love you

I mean it

But

You never hear it

I miss

Your voice because it is a symphony

Your scent because it is a odyssey

Your smile because it is a treasure

Your hug because it is a masterpiece

And your kiss because it is a mystery

“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Someone please explain the following phenomenon to me. There is this girl that I really like. Like really really like. She lives in Paris and I live in Germany. I’m crushing hard. She is so fucking beautiful. But she just wants to be friends. She is a great friend. She’s my best friend. We will probably never have a future together as a couple. It’s sad, but it is what it is. And then there is this other girl who lives just next door. Also very beautiful. Maybe a little more age appropriate. She wants me around. It’s more realistic to be with her. But I still want Paris girl. Why?!

Why can’t we like the girls we like and kiss them too?!