I stalk you... sometimes

I need to see you are not okey...
and when i do... i need to cry
for you.
for me not being the one to hug your uneasyness away.
for us being vital for each other,for us not being there for each other.

to whom I love and hate and miss and wait

Защото те видях

Боли от недокосванията. 

              недоизказванията.

Боли от самото ти присъствие дори.

И от погледа ти хищно разхождащ се по остатъците от другите мъже /тези след теб-безименните/.

Недоизкрещяни думи

                            истини

от това съм съставена. 

Тръгвай си бързо... вдигна ли очи ще видиш цялата болка на света /това, което ти никога не почувства/.

Тръгвай си бързо... тук нищо не остави. Тръгни си преди кристалното ми аз да се пречупи на сълзи и спомени за нас. 

Своя

Мога да съм на всекиго по малко... и все така истинска да съм.. на всекиго по малко. Той ще получи усмивката, а друг целувката... прегръдката ми ще бъде за трети. И любовта някой ден ще дам на някой, който не я е пожелал. Както ти не я пожела. Но никой вече няма да ме има цялата душа и тяло (приятелство и любов) както ти някога (и сега дори). 
Всеки може да си вземе късче мъничко повече не давам. Не рискувам вече себе си за никого. 

YOUNG...

The worst thing about me is that I forget I am prone to mistakes. Screw it, I am bound to make them. To live wild, free and unattached. It takes a night out to actually remember stuff like that. There is still time to get things right! 

It’s not about the ending! It’s not about the story either… it’s about the beginning. It’s about the moment your fears fall off, your past arranges the way it finally makes sense. Oh, dear, you will not hold on more than five minutes to me don’t talk about the forevers /maybe somebody still believes that stuff, not me, dear, not me/. Talk about now – you, me strangers meant to remain that way  forever but the moment we collided/erasing past and future leaving just the now to be enjoyed/. 

I hate you

And I want to hate you.

I want my heart not to go wild upon the hearing of your name.

I don’t want to feel the burn of every unnoticed touch you give me.

I want to look in your eyes for long, stretching moments without the tension in my lung struggling, struggling for the scent of your love.

I want not to feel your presence like blue flame that bright and that cold…

But I also want to be the presence in your thoughts late at night and every morning.

I want my fingers in the perfect void between yours.

I want the warmth of of your breath in my ear… I want you so bad sometimes I feel like hating you...

Broken Nebulas

Stars, skin, soul, sea.... somebody 

'We are all just broken nebulas. There's everything you need to know... love, life, friendship, everyone you're planned to meet, every soul you ought to crush(one day), or better yet make feel alive, every single possession that will ever be close to your heart... It's all in there' she'd say, pointing at the random twinkling sparks above us. 'It's just like us because, you know, at one point everything falls apart leaving us just broken nebulas.'