The Policarbonate Queen

She's in her throne
with her polycarbonate crown,
looking at me with pity
at her fingertips.


I stand there
looking at myself in the mirror of the solitude
Alone. Tragical. Dramatically forgotten.
She holds your hand.
You look at me with sorrow at the tip of your tongue.
I ask you to break me into pieces.
You looked away.
I break into pieces after all.
She smiles in her polycarbonate throne.
I'm dying.
My last breath finds a goodbye
in your desperate crystal kiss.

So it is

I see no problem
in loving you in private.
I will never try to make you mine
'cause we belong to worlds apart.
But loving you as I do,
I don't see a reason to denied it.
You'll be always in my soul,tied with a magic thread,irrational and unbreakable.
Untouched.
We weren't meant to be.
But I can't let you go of me.

Tangible

And there was a boy
made of honey and steam
who smiled
and made my days bloom
and his laugh
stayed forever in my pupils.


And there were you
not made of honey or steam.
Made of soil,and a god's breath.
Not perfect.
Human. Tangible.
What I was looking for...

Taking the risk

You're the wish
I never asked for,
the smile
I never dreamed of seeing,
the song
I never thought I would sing.
You're the beauty in the madness.
You're the light in my darkness.
You're the hope I'm holding on to,
doesn't matter if you will be my biggest mistake.
I'm strong enough to take the risk.