oh, irony

when after two weeks, I state that I will be fine without you, and strain to erase you from my memory, that’s exactly when You show up. It’s unbelievably beautiful how you can come in hmmm....wrong time. Even thought any time is actually good, because at the end each particle of my conscience waits for you like cheap wine at some local liquor store and I simply cannot abnegate You. For I tried everything.

And I’m afraid. Needlessly. Even thought it isn’t what I thought it would be. It hurts the most around those banal, everyday things. ...and You know what I'm afraid of most tonight? That soon, your shirt will stop smelling like you, and I will never remember how you smell.

no more drama

as a matter of fact, I think I am pretty strong,
even when I cry
I can cry really hard and sincerely,
and then wipe my face, get up and walk.
With my head lifted high because there is nothing to be ashamed of
I want to learn to kick ass.
Karate kicks, half flip, elbow spin, hook kick,
or dangling the sticks. Whatever
I can also fuck the boards up with my hands,
or bricks with my forehead,
I am not really all that picky
I only want to vent all the inner energy I have,
that carries through me
Last night I vented all the sadness out,
came home in the morning
Passing bare-foot girls on the sidewalk,
with shoes in their hands
You know, I kinda like the city.
Because, well, why not??