Dementor desire.

“What do you want from me?”

“Nothing, everything, anything you can spare me”

“Anything I can spare you? Spare ME. I’ve given you my everything yet you still want more. You’ve sucked me dry, I’m red raw. Take the rest, nothing good is left.  Take my anger, sorrow, frustration and resentment. I am now, completely yours. Enjoy.”

Speechless.

..And I can’t sing along to sad songs with the same lustre.

So you gave me Hemmingway’s notepad to write, but I take inspiration from the bleak so the pages are blank.

The infinite infamous.

Lust is a sin of seven,
gossip the curse of many.
Your fall down is my fall back,
and my fall down is your reinvention.
How can you wait to be so safe and so sound?
I may take worlds to fall but words will plummet me,
Just waiting ’til we are safely worlds apart.

Imperfection is purely perfect

A song sung out of key,
Sing it over and over to me,
Even if you’ve no talent,
it’s overrated anyway.
If everyone was perfect this world would bore me to death,
So keep me alive with your faults, keep me interested with your demerit and blow me away with your inadequacy.

A Little Over Nocturnal Existance

Here it’s as cold and alone as the Arctic
As quiet as the depths of the Atlantic
I’m drowning in the space
Choking on unshared air
Sinking under the weight of nothing

The novelist

I’m as positive as a compliment and as negative as a scorn
I’m as happy as Larry and as discontent as Jane
I’m as simple as a word and as complex as a riddle
I’m as high as a kite and as low as a sail

I’m simply complex and a walking contradiction.

Post it.

Does my heart have a sign on it reading “Play games with me”?
Is “kick me” written on my teeth?
Is “stab me” carved onto my back?
And is “fuck with me” scrawled on my head?

 

Probably.

Intimacy vs. Isolation?

In a psychology lecture today this was addressed as one of the main issues an adult must contend with during development.I guess it caught my attention as I like the way it is worded but then the lecturer continued to contemplate that one asks whether he/she should “merge completely with someone”.

I laughed at this point.

I’m not cynical at all when it comes to love, I’m just as much of a hopeless romantic as your next girl, I even dabble in twilight but when was it decided that love and romance consist of “merging completely”?

I disagree. I’m not preaching the whole “don’t change who you are” speech because I think that compromise is undeniable but I believe that in a relationship it is possible (and at least for me vital) to have a “me” aswell as a “we”.

Yeah, the world will still spin without you

But I’ll feel dizzy and unable to get my feet back on solid ground.

I like to be in over my head, bat out of my league.

Because when all your dreams become reality, what’s left to dream about?