Float

I don't think I can do it anymore,

Stay afloat.

The ocean is deep and I don't know how to swim.

I should have taken those swimming lessons when I had the chance.

Piano too.

But they don't teach you the important things in school.

The thin line that separates;

Insanity and satiation,

Love and consent.

The cat downstairs needs to be fed.

The sheets have to be washed, changed.

The adventures never really stop, there is always only a brief pause. 

I am my own life jacket, you don't really have to save me. 

I got my legs wrapped around your head.

Kiss me, taste me.

Do you feel the rush yet?

I got my heart locked inside a cage.

Or maybe it doesn't exist anymore.

He took it with him when he left. 

Made For Love

It's a scene I know only too well.

Familiar faces, slightly blurry and drunk.

Beautiful songs, the guitars ring well into dawn.

The weight of the world is no longer on my shoulders.

And all the pain disappears for a second.

Not mine, but I'm home.

Celibacy

My brain is imploding.

I kiss him and I feel nothing.

Nothing at all.

I don't know what's happening anymore.

Maybe if I stop thinking about him for a minute it'll all go away.

I can't get him out of my head.

And the mouth I kiss feels unfamiliar, it doesn't comfort me.

I could fuck, like a sporting event and get it done with.

But my body is weary and my heart is not in it.

I think it's a classic case of too much too soon.

Again, I don't know how I feel and I don't know what I want anymore.

If not him then no one.

None of it will matter a year later and yet right now I'm trapped in such deep nostalgia of only beautiful memories that I overlook all the ugly.

If not him, then no one.

I stand alone.

Quarter

The universe really does work in mysterious ways. I was craving to spend my 25th birthday away from friends, family and the familiarity of home. I was dying to get out of my comfort zone and travel; go somewhere, go anywhere. But being broke by choice means you have to forgo certain privileges and luxuries.

Anyway, I was running away all this while. Running so far away from my demons and yet they kept catching up. I didn't understand why. 

So I did what I had to, believe.

Have faith that fate would show me the way and somehow, in its own way, it did.

It's never easy to break out of a cycle of mindlessness and debauchery. So this time it was just the opposite.

I live for stories, I live for memories. I think that's one of the most important reasons I create and I play music.

These last two days were meeting some beautiful new people; wonderful conversation about life, love, magic, spirituality, sex and meeting a beautiful soul who showed me around town on her scooty on my birthday. It's strange how magical sobriety felt. 

This was the first time in a long, long time that I did not crave for drugs, sex or rock amd roll. I wanted to find myself, I wanted closure. I wanted to move on from everything that I've gone through these last few years.

My well-wishers are many, I feel lucky to be alive and I feel lucky to receive so much love from those around me. Maybe it's not the kind of love I have been craving for lately but it's overwhelming neverthless.

I don't know if I'll ever get him to want me, make love to me again. But I know now that it's alright if he's fallen out of love. It's perfectly alright that he doesn't want me. He probably never did. It does not mean that there is something wrong with me, like I am damaged goods of some sort. It only means that I will have to wait for the best damn thing which I know the universe will give me very soon. I can feel it, it's going to come.

In the meantime I will go back to tryinh to be the best version of myself again. I was starting to give up but I know now that the world doesn't owe me anything. I can only give, I can only love. 

I trust you, universe.

I believe in you.

Faith/fate.

Everybody Hurts

I want to feel butterflies in my stomach when I kiss.

More mouths than I can count and yet none seem right, none feel as familiar.

I don't understand why you walked away before our fire burned to its fullest glory.

I probably never will.

The choice wasn't mine, although I wish it was. 

So I go from one to another, looking not for you, but that moment of ecstasy you and I once shared.

Even though it didn't last forever.

Even though I will never have you again.

A little before 25 and my faith is slowly starting to fade. 

Why would you do that to me, build me up and then break me like that?

Like it didn't even matter to you.

I miss making love to you.

I miss your touch, your taste, your embrace.

I miss beat of your heart as we lay naked, sharing silence comfortably, like veteran lovers.

But you know what I miss the most?

The way your eyes would light up as you told me your stories.

Life, love and everything in between.

It feels strange to accept what was once so beautiful to you doesn't matter at all anymore.

Maybe I'll find something like that again, eventually, with time.

Or maybe I won't.

I don't know. 

If there's anything that I've learnt in life, it's that great things seldom last forever. 

You weren't the first one to abandon me.

And you certainly won't be the last.

As I go on my adventures, maybe I'll eventually forgive you.

And forget.

That's all I really want at this point.

I don't want you, I only want this pain to go away. 

Autopilot

Some days are harder than most.

My brain allows this endless void to take over.

I am melodramatic, I am an infant.

25 years and I still don't know how to deal with tragedy, will I ever learn?

You learn to tie shoelaces.

You learn to tell time.

You learn about the sun and moon.

You learn to be a lady, in due time.

You learn and sometimes, you unlearn.

But can you ever learn to be human?

Description.

No charm

No grace

But a pretty face

And enthusiastic about kinky sex stuff.

And for someone who, for a moment, showered me with so much affection, it feels strange to learn that there is no love at all anymore.

Then perhaps, it wasn't intimacy, just an escape from oneself.

But what do I learn from this?

Never to give my heart so easy, or that I need to have some pride afterall? 

Turning A New Leaf

I want Phoebe and Mike more than Ross and Rachel or Monica and Chandler. 

So I don't mind trudging along till then.

What is love but madness?

You don't play piano, you don't have to.

But you kiss me so good that I lose myself in you.

And you always remember the tiniest of details, like how I like my tea.

Sometimes when I wake up in the wee hours of the morning, it feels so strangely satisfying to have your arms around me.

I like the way we sleep.

I love how you make me feel.

Let's stay in this time, falling in love is always the easiest thing. 

Coping Mechanisms

I don't know why I often take it out on my body.

It's the easiest, most brutal form of self-punishment I think.

The drugs have been in excess, should I stop? 

In the golden days of MSN Messenger and being 15 years old, I remember the time I watched Requiem For A Dream for the first time; high off my mind on dendrite. It was an intense time growing up. I learnt that we romanticise this concept of wasting away too much. It's not a love/pain that you watch on a screen. this is, infact, your life. 

He was the most gorgeous thing I laid my eyes on. His time was too short and the aftermath of the madness scares me till date. He filled me up with a kind of love that I am sure is out there for me somewhere, existing in its own form.

Surely, he couldn't have been the one.

If he were, then why am I still here? 

Lovers

I want to feel angry, hurt.

Instead, I feel ashamed of who I am starting to become.

He tells me it's not that bad, everybody is cynical afterall.

But he has kissed my mouth, he knows not what the truth is anymore.

I feel like I've corrupted his innocence, his bravery.

I watch him as he's asleep on my bed.

He wakes up briefly and grabs me; pulls me close to him and we spoon.

I kiss the hands holding me.

Shut my brain, go back to sleep.

Not all endings have to be happy.

Not all things have to end. 

Falling in love is always easy,

I want to stay in this time.

Skin Deep

I want to slap the handsome off your face.

So you know that when I tell you how gorgeous you really are,

I'm referring to your soul.

Not your fucking body, or the facade that the world sees. 

Humility/Humiliation

I swallow my pride, 

reach out to you.

As always, you don't respond.

You never do.

I feel a strange kind of self-pity.

"Beautiful, broken"

But most of it isn't my fault. 

I warned you that I was damaged.

And you, you remind me that I am damaged goods.

Not worthy of your affection,

Not worthy of your love.

It hurts. It hurts just like the first time.

But I'm in love with you nevertheless.

You're so beautiful.

And yet you make me feel so ugly.  

End Credits/Demoness

I'm sorry I'm not up for a fuck tonight.

I want to talk about all the morbid thoughts in my head.

Will you love me if I showed you my ugly or like many others, would it scare you away? 

You don't intend to stay.

You never do.

And it's not like I want you hanging around either. 

So just like I'd predicted, we will go our separate ways.

Later, much later, when you call,

I'll tell you that I love you.

Even though I will probably not realise that I perhaps don't mean it.

It's always instinctive, a reflex.

I have learned so much from you.

I have learned so much from the world.

I'm a junkie, I want more.

I only want to suck you, taste every inch of you.

Till you make an imprint in my head.

I do it not to pleasure you, but climax,   myself. 

One Of Those Days

I play along, I do it so well.

You wouldn't think of me as anything but some kind of a beautiful freak.

I kiss. I sing. I abuse my sense of self.

Does my naivety make you feel good? I really can't tell. 

Everything is a loop.

My wild heart, my bad choices.

The scars on my body may have healed,

But they remind me every day what a struggle it has been.

What a struggle it will always be.

To just get out of bed. 

Lover Come Back/Breaking Point

You can feel it starting to come back.

Slowly, sneakily.

It'll take over you, consume you, before you know it.

You're helpless. You're heartbreakingly vulnerable.

Nothing works, it never really goes away.

It can strike when you're in a room full of people. You want to end it all and jump off, a spur of the moment bad decision perhaps. But the instinct is worrying. What if you really do one fine day?

Or it can come to you when you're alone, lonely.

There's no cure.

It is what it is.

You try and think of happy times when you were yourself. But it doesn't help. Memories seem fuzzy and quite frankly, a little bit stupid.

You felt something. You really did.

It wasn't a selfish kind of love.

It wasn't  the greatest you felt, but there was potential. 

And now you're wondering what you did wrong to be in this hellhole.

It was clearly something you did wrong.

Blame yourself, never someone else

It kills you to think that it meant nothing to thw other party concerned. 

Nothing at all.

You were everyday meat.

He was special. 

You were a nobody. 

Heartbreak is always so savage. 

Longing

One day

All this pain will go away.

But I'm afraid you've made me some kind of a monster,

Unable to love again. 

You're so cruel.

And incredibly, incredibly vain.

Why did you take my love when you never intended to stay?