låta det kastas rakt ut
åtminstone kämpade han öppet och galet för det han ville ha
åtminstone var hans tårar lika många som mina
åtminstone visade han att våran krossade kärlek överskuggade allt annat
åtminstone att livet och jobbet fick läggas åt sidan för en stund
åtminstona sjönk han till samma bönande och beende nivå som jag
åtminstone var han lika förkrossad som jag
åtminstone var han lika sårad
åtminstone var hans hjärta lika krossat
åtminstone så älskade jag honom nästan lika mycket som dig
åtminstone trodde jag inte på våran framtid såsom på din och min
när du gick ifrån mig
hur skulle jag inte kunna hata dig lika mycket?
dislike turns
~*~
How long would they last
those never ending minutes
in dislike
her stomach rumbles
Her head turns towards the window
as time on the round circle
dawdles slowly against its end
It's raining
and so it has
the last passing days
in dislike
She allows herself
to take a short walk
around the room
as her eyes glances
into never ending nothing
Never ending nothing
meeting whirling thoughts
requirements, tasks, commitment
life is changing now
Pensively thoughts
who's slowly moving
into raining contemporaries
as the sound off the circles ending
echoes through the room
In dislike
her stomach rumbles
as the door to her oven opens
and the scent off newly prepared food
spreads around the room
She sits down
Dislike turns
to approval
for now
Lege atque lacrima
Haec ego non multis scribo, sed tibi
Verbatim
In medias res
Nudas veritas
Non possumus ars amandi
Credo certe ne cras
Ignorabimus?
Mara clausum
Mare Nostrum
Hoc verbum
Via dolorosa
Vulnerant omnes,ultima necat
Fugit irreparable tempus
Hinc illae lacrimae:
Camera obscura
Cui bono?
Sumus quod sumus
Difficilia sunt ne sint
Amantes sunt amentes
Ultima, tu es ille vir
Aliquando et insanire iucundum est!
Amor animi arbitrio sumitur, non ponitur!
Dum spiro, spero
Semper fidelis
Semper paratus
Ab imo pectore
Viam inveniam aut faciam
Sapere aude, vade mecum!
In uno oculorum tuarum?
Posse est velle
Omnia ventura solve
Per aspera ad astra
Si vis amari, ama
Serva me, servabo te
Sic volo, sic iubeo
Ars amandi
Ultima
Ab imo pectore
Tu es ille vir
It might
~*~
One might believe
that sweetness would feel better
than the bitterness truth
well... it might not
One might think
that the thought of a future friendship
spoken out in words
would heal better
well... it might not
One might imagine
the tranquil sharing of the night
who shows out to be the last
would mitigate the fall
well... it might not
One might suppose
that the knowing off a tearless ending
would bring relief
well... it might not
One might be You
thinking you'll come over us
loved you
I lade my hope on you
never again
time goes by
as I cry
up and down
all around
the things I feel
is so surrreal
love just hurts in the end
I never wanna love again
