Your last night.

I throw all your things in the garbage and I pick them up again one by one.

I even thought of getting a cat but I have a fish and that will make us me and you again.

I stopped crying and I started drinking.

I stopped drinking and I started sleeping.

I stopped sleeping and then I woke up for a lifetime.

I hated my miserable days but most of all I hated missing you.

You stopped calling and then you stopped caring.

You stopped caring and then you forgot.

And as you forgot I became me again.

And you were far.

And I was me.

And it was summer.

And you were far.

Not much free time

I think I'm ruined. But then again this makes me something new and you always loved new things. So enjoy me.

And don’t stop me when I say that I miss you. Cause I did. And you know I did.

Be the new thing for me too. Someone to cry for and someone to hold.

This is personal.

-          Hello Blondie!

-          Hello Sir.

-          What’s your name?

-          My name is Des.

-          And what brings you here Blondie?

-          Well, this is not an easy question. A friend of mine says I’m not quiet myself lately.

-          This is so general. Not yourself, how?

-          The thing is I messed everything up. And most of the time I don’t enjoy what I’m doing, which I used to.

-          Sorry, how old are you?

-          Why you say it like that?

-          No! No reason.

-          I’m sorry about it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. If I was myself I would tell you something funny about the age part. But I can’t anymore.

-          So tell me what you’re thinking Blondie.

[….]

-          Can I ask you something sir? You know my name why you are still calling me Blondie?

-          Do you mind?

-          No, it is just that I’m being kind of dramatic those days and I don’t want to hate you or something.

-          Ha-ha-ha. See? You are finding yourself slowly. This is good.

-          I will let you know how it goes. Bye.

No title for today.

A friend of mine says that death is the worst thing that could happen to you.
I'm starting to think that my second self is the worst thing that could happen to me.
I will be more than gratful if i could just get rid of me. NOW.

Death is the best thing that could happen to the parts that i hide.

Release me now.

We only make out when the lights are On.

I got your ID in my bag and when the phone does not ring I die a little inside.

We will have a big yard and a white dog. We will only pay for electricity, movies and drink tea all day long.

The only thing that will stay the same is the way we kiss.

See? I'm ready now. Let's do it.

Reminder

I would like to inform you that I'm on my desk, trying to work, crying a bit, and wishing you could be downstairs right now, take me to the movies and buy me some bonbons.

Love always made me sad but you help me breathe.

Sunday Night.

You and me on our favorite bar. Doors closed. Too crowded.
You, touching my waist.
Me, kissing your lips.
About 5 minutes ago I saw a guy standing across and fucking staring so much.
I didn't mind really. We were kissing a lot and I couldn't care less.
I went to the bathroom and I could feel someone following me. 
He came too close repeating something I couldn't hear.
- What?

- Does your father know you're out?