Untitled – 2016

I felt like writing to you,

but deafened the urge.

So now I sit in loneliness

awaiting your call.


I can’t remember your voice,

but you must’ve sound like

an angel,

because the haloesque vision of you

can’t seem to dim.


You’re the drug I want to kick off


The memory in that drunken song.

You’re my locked up elephant

I dare never to speak off.


You’re the broken windshield

that doesn’t annoy me anymore.

The dangers are just around the corner,

I’m living life on a western edge.


A first world problem:

I would put myself on a diet for you,

but you wouldn’t even notice

in those jeans.

So there you leave.

Too early for breakfast,

too late to call it a night.

You look even better with a hangover.


I feel you

I feel you all around me,

waking me from daydreams –

pulling me back into a reality,

in which, I wish I didn’t



I feel your breath on my skin.

You’re breathing down my neck,

into my lungs, and

as I try to cough you up – you



I feel your eyes peeling of

my layers – you’re looking into

the black abyss called my soul,

I once sold to the devil – you



It’s a dark day.

I finished a book yesterday,

but today is dark.


I can’t breathe,

because I’m too busy

holding my breath.


I am radiant,

shining sweat

of nightmares.


I can’t think today,

because I’m too busy


Loving words

I’m filled with empty words,

that speak to you in riddles.


I live with the sole wish that the rain

will wash my dirty mind clean.


There must be a million books worth

reading more than your mind.

But you’re my shiny new toy,

that was my least favorite gift

last Christmas.


Yet, you say loving words,

and endure the silent of my reply

so beautifully,

it’s surprising how unbroken

you still are.