Seasons

Like changing seasons you are warm and cold, 

a collaboration of my thoughts after it was my heart that I sold.

Or maybe I just gave it to you,

without expectations or knowing about your love being so true.

And after the seasons changed I must've noticed you are more than warm,

beyond compassionate and sincere -

a billion voices in my head but yours is the only one I can hear. 

And you are more than cold, sometimes distant and unmoved,

if I didn't know better you'd make my mind confused.

But like changing seasons your thoughts are boiling or freezing,

still you continued to be the only one I believe in. 

Meet Reality

Dear life, I've found a new friend. Her name is Reality. We may fight every day about how bad she's treating me, but apart from that she's alright. We often play hide and seek. I hide from Reality. Until I met her I never knew anyone who's as good as her in finding me in between self harm and drugs. Reality though is always successful in the search - just after a few fleeting moments she's standing right beside me with a big grin on her face. No matter which place I'm hiding at, she always brings me back to you. I can't defeat Reality, can't fight back. She's so much stronger than me. Offers her hand just to let me fall. The only thing I can do is try to outsmart her. When I go to sleep she's leaving me alone, but after a few hours she's gonna wake me up again, telling me it's about time to face you, dear life. And even then she doesn't leave me alone. Reality likes me and stays. I can't help but hate her for that. 

Atlantis

There are nights when I think of loving someone who isn't you,

like perhaps there's a way I could fall in love with the moon. 

Or with the ocean I'm drowning in, 

because if I'm a sinner, only Atlantis knows you're my sin. 

My tears turned from rivers to raindrops somehow,

maybe that's evidence that your DNA had left my body by now.

Still you're the total eclipse of my sun,

and the atmosphere is different since we began. 

But there are nights when you're like Katrina and Dean, 

I wish I would suffer from amnesia, because you even hunt me in my dreams.