Erst wenn meine Nase vor Kälte ganz rot ist
Und meine Hände schon ganz kalt sind
Weil es niemanden gibt
Der sie hält
Wenn sich mein Körper vor dem einschlafen
Nach seinem verzerrt
Dann gestehe ich mir ein
Dass ich uns vermisse
one thought, thousand words.
Erst wenn meine Nase vor Kälte ganz rot ist
Und meine Hände schon ganz kalt sind
Weil es niemanden gibt
Der sie hält
Wenn sich mein Körper vor dem einschlafen
Nach seinem verzerrt
Dann gestehe ich mir ein
Dass ich uns vermisse
Und wenn der Zug zu dir
am Gleis gegenüber steht
Will ich jedes mal aufs Neue einsteigen
Obwohl es da doch nichts mehr zu sehen gibt
Sag mir
sitzt du im Auto
meidest du meine Straße?
stehst du in der Menge
suchst du nach mir?
fühlst du Schmerz
siehst du mich?
we’ve been two shadows dancing on rainy streets
reaching for love
striving for passion
dying for living
blessed with our infinite souls
and your eyes
they couldn’t lie
they promised hope
offered me home
until the very last kiss
and the very last night
we could spend together
as two human beings
holding each other in the dark
trying to forget
that these two shadows
are not meant to be
//- shadows die when there is no sunshine
I want to write stories with you
my fingers would be my pen
your skin would be my paper
and my ink would be my love for you
I want to write stories about you
and the days ahead
As I found you
I seemed to have found a piece of me
That I never thought would exist
A piece of me
I will perhaps never find
In any other soul
Than yours
Imagine that your soulmate is sitting in a train, arriving at your local train station
It’s us
Standing at the central station
And I would run to you
And keep you in my arms
Promising to not ever let you go
I hug you so heavy that it hurts
You grab my hair
And pull me closer
And when we stood there for a while
I will whisper in your ear
Where
Have
You
Been
//-that’s what it must feel like
If only I had known
that this was our last night
I would have dug my nails deeper
and kissed you more passionate
scratched your back harder
and run my fingers over your skin more intense
I would have let you feel this devotion
and plunged my teeth in your neck deeper
sighed your name purer
so that you would never forget this sound
and that it would repeat in your head like music
If only I had known that this was our last night
I would have left my marks
As parting gifts
For you to return to
In regret
When you try to find me in another girl
That would never love you in this way
so passionate and intense
Like I did
I don’t want you to stand beside me
When I cannot feel your heart beating for me
I don’t want you to touch me
When it’s another girl you love
And I don’t want you to kiss me
When you try to taste her on my lips
But most of all
I don’t want you to stay
When it was you
Who left
//-affair
I have read loads of poems
and books
in order to get some inspiration
poems that are consumed by lovely words
speaking about the very first love
and being so tremendously delighted
but how can it be
that I always ask myself
why I cannot write about these things
and why it is even harder for me to read it
my mind might be stubborn I guess
or maybe I am not ready for this
but then I remember
that I have experienced nothing else but abusive and toxic love
with nights full of tears and sorrow
and the worst heartbreak
so how could I write about something
or even endure writing something
that I don’t know so far