The unpleasant uprising of a fettered heart

But from now on-

if possible-

you would rather

choose not to

dream about

anything at all.

For why on earth

would you ever 

want to know

whatever it might

be that you can't

even dare to want.

The one with a best dream

Prepare yourself dreamer, not even your dreams are unbreakable here.

(The hurt)

We took a rubber and erased it yet we still remember

(the hurt)
.

The missing piece

In the end there's always a folder full of pictures 

you are never going to open ever again. 

Songs that slowly vanish into daily routine 

with words that have lost track of who 

they're written for. Dreams resting under 

the carpet but at least no longer aching to 

become reality. 

And you know, there always is a past, 

we chose to burn down to the ground. 

And so is a future, 

in which a past like that

never even did exist.

All I wanted was 5 more minutes.

(And you haven't even realized.)

Always.Over.Again.

Don't look. Leave it alone. Go to sleep and sleep to forget and if you still remember when you wake up, start over again.

Reason to run

How dare you talk like that after loving me with all your heart?

DoEs SHe KnoW? DoES sHE WAnt To?

The wondering

The only thing worse than missing someone is wondering what more could have been there to miss. Therefore I chose not to remember, I chose not to feel. 

life happens

every time i went somewhere or did something i thought "you should be here with me" and now i think of all the things we had promised to do all the places we said we would go and then i get angry and then i get sad and then i just forget about it all because what else is there to say or do?

(these lines were published on tumblr by somebody else, can't share the source, I don't remember it )