tell me the story
about the time
when the blade
across your wrist
didn’t feel as good
as the taste of air
against your lips

If ii could sing for you
I would do so
with a voice like the girl
and if I could give you the stars
I would not give up before
every star is yours.
But I can’t sing
and the stars are too far.
This is all I can give you
this is all I can do
to prove you I care
and to show you that
I try my best
to make sense of
everything that happened
to me
to you
to us

I would make you dinner
a table full of food
and call your friends over to eat it all up

I would kiss your face
and any inch thereof
and plant just another kiss
on the redness of your scar

I would stay up all night
while you are too upset to rest
and embrace you in a hug
with your head on my shoulder

I would reach out for the stars
so bright and yellow in the dark
and give them all to you
just to see you shine like you used too

I would tell you everything
all my secrets and thoughts
and hope it would be enough
to keep you for tonight

But all I can do
is keep you in my thoughts
And look at your written name
on the last page of my big black book.

All these familiar faces
will fade away with time
Like photographs left in the sun
for so long that their colors
have become all dull.
And you have to step closer
to get a good look
At what was once so vivid
while wishing all your photographs
will never fade away.

all these words
I’ve written
black on white
are nothing more
than 21 years
of ups and downs
and 26 letters
coiled into a mess
in my mind and then 
written down
black on white
while wishing
it will make sense
another 21 years
from now
when I am fighting
through some
ups and downs
and don’t know
what to do

My mind takes me to places my feet will never be
On the moon, the stars and under the sea,
Treasure hunting and on top of the highest mountain
In your arms in the summer heat,
Oh I swear, my mind has got the best out of me.

I walk through the streets and see people in love
And wonder why everyone seems
To have love to give
But one one ever loves me.

I find freedom in backseats,
Driving in circles, in drugstores, 
In parking lots. We drink cheap 
Rum and smoke cheap cigarettes.
We are too young and we are
Going nowhere but with our
Eyes shut it sometimes feels
Like we can go anywhere.
I don’t know much about art or
Literature or films, I am not your
Sophisticated type. I watch silly
Movies about people I want to be
I read books that make me feel
Like I can be anything other than myself.
I listen to sad songs that remind me
Of people who left me behind.
I won’t be able to impress you with
Historical facts or figures. I can’t tell
Good jokes or recite any poetry.
I never pay attention in class
And I’m not all that clever so I 
Won’t expect you to like me much
Because most days I’m still
Trying to like myself but I’ll
Sit on your lap and let you
Tickle my spine and you’ll hold
Onto my thighs on those sharp corners.
I’ll roll the perfect spliff 
And I’ll pass it on and
Maybe I’ll grow up tomorrow.