Between yawning and crying

I should by happy
but I am crying
Not because I am sad
but oh so very tired

Because I have to let things go
instead of holding on with both hands
It may not seem that hard
but please do understand

My eyelids are so heavy
that there is no way to lift them up
Not that I do not want to
It is my brain that is so fucked up

See, some pieces and bits are missing
deep down in my gray malleable matter
Well that is what I made up of it
since it started to shatter

It has been that way for a few years now
and accepting will take forever
That is a long time, you know
But in the end it is worth the endeavour

They always told me I was a fighter
and I will not let my head hang low
When IH hits me in the face like thunder...
well sit back and enjoy the show

Verbondenheid

Kijk
      me
          aan
 jou
      kan
            ik
               alles
                    vertellen
zonder
          klank
                  noch
                          woorden
zeggen
           soms
                    zoveel
                              maar
                                      niet
                                             hoeveel
ik
    eigenlijk
                 wel
                        van
                               je
                                   hou

jij
    ook
           van
                  mij?

Hello stranger.

Guilt.
It swells up when I think about the times we would say "I'd never leave you. We will always be best friends."
Because here I am, a few years later, breaking a promise.
We aren't best friends anymore. We aren't even friends. We're just knowledges.

It hurts.
It hurts when I think of all the good times we shared, all the fun we had, all the times when you dried my tears and lent your shoulder to cry on.
And I am crying but your shoulder isn't there anymore. I wish I could tell you how I feel right now.

Remember.
Remember when we were young and wild? When we laughed about the most stupid things?
Remember doing all those things together?
Remember me?

I hope.
I hope you haven't forgotten all about me.
I hope I still have a place in your heart because you still have a place in mine.
I just f*cking hope we could go back to being friends, being best friends.

Sus me, kus me

Sus me zacht

met je woorden

met je lach

met je strelingen

tijdens de nacht

met je arm

die rond me hangt

met die afdruk

op mijn wang

op mijn voorhoofd

waar ik naar verlang

waar ik naar smacht

sus me zacht

Porcelain

a pale white skin
so delicate and fragile
afraid to be touched
unless you know her for a while

hidden in a corner
between dust and dawn
when the sun rises
she is the first to yawn

sunlight reflects the eyes
reflects the mind
so she can tell you
what is on the inside

"priceless", says her tag
at the back of her heart
but if you hurt her feelings
she will fall apart