and if a promise

i dont know how you do that
your thumb would seem to roll on my clit
ive asked you plenty of times
you never know how to explain
you just give me that look.. yeah, THAT look.
ive tried it on myself but it was never the same

honestly? i dont care to know
i just want you to do it
and if i promise your girl will never know,

could you do it again?

from: A Softer World

You are so close to me

that with others

I feel cold.

You like the sound.

I like making it more.

Fuck you 

and your untouchable face

and the fact that you are so far

and that feeling you seem to teleport all the way here

eventhough i press the 'reject' button and i seriously mean it 

and you keep doing it, getting under my skin and

changing my colour into the coloured yours

and for existing in the first place...

fuck you.

humour takes it better than me

lets go watch the sea, touch the water with our toes.
slowly, only on the surface.

or, lets just sit in a café and talk.
i dont care about what, i just want to see your excitement.
martini can come, too.

but, lets just go!
away, from here.
i need it.

no phones, no internet, no people, no crowd, no distractions.

i want to hear you breathe, want to see you looking back at me.

ill never ask you out loud, tho.
not without turning it into a joke very next second.

its almost like a show

night crawls up on me like an enemy
day fades, with it thoughts of you
an occasional memory of your hair or your smile
they make me weak, at the same time unforgiving.

they said i shouldnt do it, i shouldnt give myself to you
yet i seek your face in the crowd, daydream of your kiss, imagine your touch.

burying my morals and principles
i seem to be too good at that lately
theyve stopped being important, they mean nothing.

you walk away with a wave of your hand
fixing your hair behind your ear and inhaling on your cigarette
a longing spectator is what you make of me.