the nights get blurry,
as my vision
and my mind
they're back on the mission
of telling me, you were the dream
that came true;
you were the hopes i kept on wishing
that went alive.
they kept on asking me,
why you, out of all people
out of everyone i had been with;
out of everyone i could be with
some days, too,
i kept on asking myself the same question.
though it's still ringing in my head when you broke my chest,
it's still ringing in my head
when you broke my chest
but the sounds
that kept me up at night
aren't the same
no, they don't know about you
or how you were there for me,
11 p.m. when i'm about to burst into panic
you were there to tell me everything will be alright.
you made sure i was alright.
oh, and they don't know about
those little rituals we have
when you asked me out for lunch
but you had black coffee instead.
they don't know how we talked about how vulnerable we are
they don't know how you made sure it's always okay to be imperfect.
they don't know how easy it was to spend hours
just to lay beside you and talk about everything that went right
and everything that went wrong.
they don't know
how the memories of it all,
keeps killing me at night.
i can't face the evening straight.
but you can offer me escape
houses move
houses speak.
i tightened my hug as you sped up your bike.
it was half past eleven, and i was singing Radiohead's True Love Waits
on the back seat
as the night wind harshly caress
our happy faces.
days with you were easy
as easy as rose petals falling to the surface
of the broken hearted poet's wooden table.
as easy as the water that rushes down
reaching out to the ground,
running on your cheeks.
you are my center when i spin away
out of control.
