25 noiembrie 2014


I crave you so bad,from the bottom of your feet to the top of your nose
I am not quite sure if this is happiness or numbness. Sometimes I wonder why
I crave your touch, making me feel like I’m being electrocuted in the best way possible
I crave your lust-filled eyes looking at me with the conviction that I am the only being worth conquering in this universe
I crave your laugh; so simple yet mesmerizing, making me feel things I never thought could be felt.
I crave your smile, lighting up my world as if I am surrounded by a million suns
I crave a love so deep the ocean would be jealous
I'm craving the taste of your lips just like you're craving the taste of your cigarettes
I crave you so bad the depths of my soul are screaming your name
I crave you with every inch of my being
I crave your breath on my cheeks
I crave the touch of your fingers wrapped in mine.
I crave you and right now just memories aren’t working for me…

8 ianuarie 2014

e 2014 si anul asta nou aduce doar deceptii vechi,e legal?are voie?
ce nemernic.
e iarna si cred ca o sa mi-o petrec uitandu-te;
e 8 ianuarie si afara-i frig si ceata si soarele se ascunde,inecand in adancuri singurele amintiri pe care le mai avem.
e ora 9 si timpul fuge sub talpile mele intr-o directie 
pe care toti am uitat ca trebuie sa o urmam;
trece greu dar trece si mi te ia si te ascunde.
unde esti..?
te-am pierdut si m-am pierdut

22 decembrie 2013

Iarna si lipsa ta

The hardest thing about losing you is that I didn’t just lose you once. I lose you every single day that we don’t speak. I lose you in the morning when I reach for my phone and hope to see a message or a missed call that isn’t there. I lose you at night when I realise that you’re the only person I want to moan to about how crap my day was, but I can’t. And I lose you in between those two moments, in all of the hours of silence that go by where I do nothing but think about you, go to call you, and then don’t. I lose you when I watch certain films, listen to certain songs, and go to certain places that are all tainted with certain parts of you and how you make me feel. And I used to think I could only miss you when I was alone, and I mean really alone, like in the shower or when trying to fall asleep, but that’s not true. I miss you even when I’m around other people, when I wish they were you. And I lose you then, too. I lose you every time I see your name or your words or your photographs, and I lose you in my mind when I don’t. You’re always there. I can’t not think about you. It’s only when I’m asleep that I get a break from it, from thinking about you and wanting you and missing you. But then I wake up the following day, roll over, check my phone, and I just know I’m going to feel it all over and over again.