Win-win-winning of the Bipolar

Are you happy now?
Do you sleep at peace at night?
Can you breathe with ease and do you sigh with relief when you think of what you managed to do after many failed at it?
I wish I could say that !I! let you manage. But it's wasn't my call.
You can send the whole world to my door, you can write it in the skies or make a TV commercial... I would still be convinced, until my flesh becomes ashes and my bones turn black that you had a finger in this pie...
You, you, you... you despicable scheming dwarf. Slow clap for your triumph. Slow clap on YOUR, and yours only, happy ending.
Because when you're done with her, the only one who's gonna have a happy ending is going to be you.
At least you have your own little repulsing self. And she...
After you threshed out everything she ever had in her life - her friends, her family, her surroundings, her traditions, her tastes and habits,... me,...
she is left with nothing.
Not even with her pathetic sorry-ass self.

Unlike you... you, you loathsome sneaky dwarf.

Slow-clap for the winner everybody. Slow clap for the "happy end" that is yet to come.

(Long overdue.)

The weight

Soft skin,
you touch me within and so I know I could be human once again.
I know you're faced with something that could consume you completely.
Soft skin,
you touch me once again and somehow it stings
‘cause I know it is the end
I hate that you’re leaving, so why don’t you talk to me?
You act like nothing ever happened but it meant the world to me.

And you can’t, and you can’t see the weight in the trees.
And you can’t, and you can’t see the weight of the bees,
and you can’t, and you can’t see the weight in the dark.
And you can’t, and you can’t see the weight on my heart.
(These were our fallen secrets…).

Soft skin.
Why have you been in my heart?
Soft skin, oh.
You will never lie to me again so now I’m suffering.

Oh you can’t, and you can’t see the wind in the trees.
And you can’t, and you can’t see the wind in the leaves.
And you can’t, and you can’t see the weight in the dark.
And you can’t, and you see the weight on my heart.
(These were our fallen secrets…).

Soft skin,
you touch me within and so I know I could be human once again.
I know you're faced with something that could consume you completely.
Soft skin,
you touch me once again and somehow it stings
‘cause I know it is the end.
I hate that you’re leaving so why don’t you talk to me?



Grimes. Skin.

...in the rose garden of love

I'm afraid to even say that I'm afraid...
I'm afraid of the end of us. I can see that you are scared, too, but you somehow manage to hide all that fear, chase it away and be strong for me.
I don't know. You don't know.

There is a slight hope lurking in me that you will find a way to explain all this, to come clean, to admit your feelings for me or finally deny them. I'm waiting and praying for courage. Courage for the both of us.

Don't be afraid of me... don't be ashamed...


I was hoping that my overwhelming love for you eventually might infect you. My bewitching love words will dazzle you and  manage to blind you into thinking that you love me back the same way.

I am so afraid... of those future moments when I will think of those nights when I quietly cried myself to sleep beside you while you were listening to your music and remember... that I saw it coming.
And I still didn't run away on time. I didn't even try to protect myself. Couldn't. Wouldn't.

Wouldn't.

I'd rather have one breath of your hair, one kiss of your mouth, one touch of your hand, than eternity without it.  
One.

Darling I am willing to greet you...

Shop with me

With each day passed, I'm beginning to feel more and more lonely with you...
Nothing that I say makes you change anything.

Are you lonely with me, too?

Irreversible

Не можем винаги да сме щастливи,
от нас си тръгват толкова неща.
Безсилни сме отново да ги върнем,
дори и да правим опит за това.

 
Недей тъжи за времето отминало,
недей го връща даже и в съня,
нима се връща някога Незабравимото,
с предишния си смисъл и цена?


намерено някога отдавна в един прашасал профил на един непознат човек

I forgot I'm only human

Sometimes... sometimes when I think of something silly... or say something funny, I remember the way your laughter sounded. And how your smiling face looked with your eyes half-closed. And the way you used to shrug your shoulders while laughing quietly.

It's been 6 months since we last spoke. Or is it maybe more? When did we really talk to each other for the last time?

It's been 1 year since you betrayed me. Again.

A friend of mine told me that the best thing I could do was to love you from afar and hope from the bottom of my heart that you would come to your senses.

I'm sorry. I'm just not big enough to forgive you.

P.S. "I've been breaking my back with the weight of your heart"... Although, I know that the real heavy heart to carry... is mine.

My soul is a dark place

ARE YOU IN DESPAIR?