hello mr. good morning

dont look at me like that darlin, i'm a mess.

he poured love with his beautiful gentle hands, our hands met before we did. they crushed my body, leaving me blue, bruised and beautiful. you finally gave me something. I found some secret messages hidden in the palm of your hands too, in the lines that really is a map over your body.

oh, and your unkissed cheeks. .

evig & høyest elsket

-rør ikke ved meg, for dere vet ikke hva jeg har mistet!
-fortell oss hva du har mistet, så vi kan hjelpe deg med å lete. .
-jeg har sittet ved bordet til døden, sovet i senga til døden, og innhalert asken av de brente restene av alt vi hadde sammen. dere, dere. . dere har kun kysset den på munnen.


every day I lose a small fragment of you,
and then pieces of me run after them
because I'm not ready to let you go yet.

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alle dere som leser bloggen min;
fortell meg hva dere drømmer om!

I owe you my heart

yes, I said you never were acquainted with my face, yet you wore it.
you resembled me!
your face begged for love,
and I kissed you,
because your lips fit mine perfectly


you were mine after all. .

killing the moment we thought was so special

sometimes I sit by myself, and look at people imagining their lives and who they are and it makes me sad that I will never know these people or it not really about that, I feel sad because I so desparately want them to be the way I've imagined them to be.
sometimes I want to be one of those faces I make up, so I could just for one moment see myself in a different light

I've always been fighting. fighting battles with myself and now you've stolen all my energy and replaced the energy with pictures of yourself. and now I'm fighting against this, and I think I've lost this battle, but I can still win the war, you know.

writing about you is a way for me to be close to you.

15.november
<3

she is all there, darling,
she is all you,
melted down and fitted for your body.

let's face it, you're not quite acquainted with my face
I'm a bright red painted stain and the smoke from the car
engine was rising our. . love

she is more than that; you know you have to have her back
and,

I give back your heart
I give you back

she is exquisit; the sum of yourself really,
and here is something that will hold you

her!
she is solid.

I, on the other hand, loved you too much



written; 6. oktober 08

all i ever wanted was someone who could hold me

" du holder fast i meg, fordi minnet om å ha elsket meg er sterkere enn vissheten om at du ikke gjør det lengre".

før du går nå, vil jeg at du skal tenke på hvem du er. du må hjelpe meg med å finne deg. vi skal gjøre dette sammen, men jeg tildekker ikke. jeg åpner. jeg åpner deg. neste gang du kommer, vil du takke meg - for da har jeg funnet deg. da har jeg endelig funnet deg.

just say we were lovers, and we'll call it even.

høyest elsket

I remember that time when you put your hand on my pulse and we felt so connected and fragile. it was the most intimate moment. and I remember that time when you were sleeping and you dreweled all over me, and I licked your spit off of your lips and tasted it. I want to kick myself in the heart for not protecting you. I want to comfort you, though I'm the one who is hurting you. this isn't about love, because I know something you dont. but it'll grow on us, eveything will find itself and I have so many stories I can tell you while we wait.

I put my hands up,
to praise

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when you touched my hip,
i knew you would end up
buying me a drink.