"Vreau sa te derivez pana ti descopar fiecsre sens ,sa ti aliniez fiecare nou inteles,sa

te privesc prin interjectii lipsit de stres,sa fiu complementul si tu verbul univers,sa

mi fi fraza inocenta cu subintels pervers ,aberez tehnici gramaticale care sa dea
vietii culoare ,culoare inter-sprirituale pe care descoperim coridoare ,din exterior
avansez spre interiorul lumii tale,sunt prins in vanatoarea unei furtuni de emotii
nimicitoare,sparg barierele mentale las in deriva sufletul iubirea sa mi l omoare
O iubisem din primul minut pentru te miri ce: un zmbet melancolic, o privire
cristalin, un anume mod de a-i da prul dup ureche. Apoi i-am iubit fiecare
inflexiune a vocii, inteligena, umorul, ezitarea aparent pe care o avea n privina
fizicului ei. Dup aceea am iubit-o pentru fiecare din slbiciunile ei secrete, pentru
depresia ei, pentru rnile de sub tunica ei de zale.
Exist foarte multe moduri de a-i aminti de trecut.
i-l poi aminti cu zmbetul pe buze, pentru c amintirea lui i face bine.
i-l poi aminti cu lacrimi n ochi, pentru ca fost ceva frumos.
i-l poi aminti cu fiori care-i rscolesc ntreg corpul, pentru c doar amintirile te
mai fac s simi c trieti.
i-l poi aminti cu nod n gt, pentru c tii c toate clipele frumoase vor rmne
acolo, n trecut
i-l poi aminti fr s respiri, pentru c au existat clipe att de frumoase, nct teau lsat fr respiraie.
i-l poi aminti noaptea n vise, pentru c ziua i-e team s te gndeti la tot ce-a
fost cndva.
i-l poi aminti cu sperane i cu iluzii, pentru c.l vrei napoi, vrei s fie iar
prezent.
i-l poi aminti nsetat i flmnd, pentru c te hrneti cu amintiri.
i-l poi aminti ipnd, plngnd, sprgnd, pentru c durerea din suflet este mult
prea profund.
i-l poi aminti citind sau ascultnd muzic, pentru c exist citate i versuri care
parc ar fi scrise pentru tine, pentru voi.
i-l poi aminti mergnd pe strad, pentru c ai lsat amprente din iubirea vostr
prin fiecare col al oraului.
i-l poi aminti nervos i disperat, pentru c nu ai putut face nimic ca s salvezi
iubirea.
i-l poi aminti cu dor, cu nostalgie, pentru cI-E DOR

i-l poi aminti n zilele ploioase, pentru c ntr-o zi ploioas l-ai cunoscut i tot ntr-o
zi ploioas l-ai pierdut.
i-l poi aminti cnd vezi luna, pentru c ai pierdut multe nopi vorbind cu el, dar ai
pierdut i mai multe plngnd dup el.
i-l poi aminti cnd vezi soarele, pentru c mult timp a fost raza de soare din
viaa ta.
i-l poi aminti fr s vrei.
i-l poi aminti fr s mai simi nimic.
i-l poi aminti fr s mai doar.
i-l poi aminti fr s-l mai vrei napoi.
i-l poi aminti aa cum vrea inima.
I think about how there are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. And I
dont just mean that they change you. A lot of people can change you - the first kid who called
you a name, the first teacher who said you were smart, the first person who crowned you best
friend. Its the change you remember, the firsts & what they meant, not really the people. Im
talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul.
Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just
hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define
those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to
talk, there would still be things left unsaid.
Cica oamenii incep sa asculte doar cand esti deja mort. Eu am murit de un infinit de ori asteptandu-te si
tu inca nu ma auzi..

She.

Making me smile in the saddest of days

Making my ghosts and pain go away
When the enemies come youre there to defend
I could never wish for a better best friend

Dull days become full of excitement

Truly joyous are the times we spent
When were together, its as if the world doesnt exist
Pain and sadness become lost in the happy mist
Through our years of friendship, our bond has gotten stronger
Will survive an earthquake, storm, or whatever weather
Be it the gods and goddesses, the kings and queens
Cannot touch our loveWait a minute! Thats not right!
You might get confused so let me shed some light
It IS love, but not in the way youre thinking
It is merely friendly affection between two human beings
But maybe Im just lying to myself
Maybe Im in denial and just refusing to confess
But its not a maybe at all, Im afraid
These feelings will not leave, they will never fade
It started that night, under the sky full of stars
The wind was cool so you held me tight
At that moment, my heart started to beat so fast
The feeling of your arms around me felt so right
The longer were together, my need for you increases
Its as if, in my incomplete heart, you have the missing pieces
But through time I noticed, not only the need expands
But also the love I feel and the love my heart demands
For weeks I thought of telling you the truth
To confess the feelings Ive developed for you
But when I decided to tell you and finally built up the courage
I saw you two, walking hand in hand, and I got the message
You told me you were so lucky, to have found the right one
That being with him felt like a thousand battles won
Your smile for him could light up the starless sky
You dont know how much I wish to be the one putting the happiness in your
eyes
I tried to put the feeling aside
Youre already happy so I should just hide
The love between the two of you is strong, I should be glad
But I cant deny that my heart breaks every time you hold his hand
I gave up the thought of having my feelings heard
As long as youre happy, Im happy, even if I hurt
I will tolerate the pain I feel for the sake of your happiness
Even as my heart shatters into pieces

But still, even if youll never be told

I have to say it or else Ill explode
So listen up, bestie, I have something to tell you
Even if we cant be together, I will always love you

Dont worry about your body.

It isnt as small as it once was,
But honestly, the world needs more of you.
You look in the mirror
like youve done something wrong,
But you look perfect.
Anyone who says otherwise is telling a lie
to make you feel weak.
And you know better.
Youve survived every single day,
for as long as youve been alive.
You could spit fire if you wanted.
Nothings changed. Youll go home. Youll be bored. Youll be ignored. No one will
listen to you, really listen to you. Youre too clever and too quiet for them to
understand. They dont even get your name right.

One.
Our eyes meet from across the crowded bus and you look away almost
immediately. But I think to myself, its too late. Its too late because Ive
already seen the stars in your eyes and now the universe just seems a little
less. But you must see something too because you look into my eyes/soul
again. And again. And again. I dont remember when/if you ever stop.
Two.
You smile at me and I am yelling digits at the top of my lungs, like they cant
bear living inside me anymore, and you type it in. I think I see your fingers
shake and I think I hear your heart thump and I think thats good because my
heart is doing the same thing. When you tell me youll call me, I find myself
praying, for the first time in years, that you actually do.
Three.
When you do call me, I tuck my hair behind my ear and smile even though I
know you cant see me but its funny, I know youre doing the same. You take
me to see a movie about war and death and I think its strange how your
eyes shine when the movie screen is more crimson than any other color. But

I dont care. I dont care because when your eyes shine, I can see entire
galaxies in them.
Four.
I know every inch of your skin like its the gospel and you know every inch of
mine like its part of history and youre writing it. You set me on fire and I
burn you out. You fill me with something Ive never known and if the way you
tremble under my fingers is any sign at all, I do the same to you. Youve
planted flowers in my chest and I long to do the same for you but the soil in
your heart is too dry, too inhospitable and the only thing thats alive in there
is my beating, fragile heart.
Five.
When you leave, you place my heart back in my hand like it weighed nothing
and I wonder why it seems so heavy to me. I want to ask you why its so
crushed and dirty but you turn away too fast. Its like if you stare at me any
longer, youd start bleeding from the eyes and every other crevice of your
body. Im haunted by the look you give me. Im haunted because I recognize
it from all those nights ago when your eyes shone at the pain you saw. So,
Im dead inside but I still trudge on because I refuse to let you destroy me. I
refuse even though Im a hundred percent sure you already have. And now,
Im filled with blood and fury and a distant longing in my chest where the
flowers used to be.
Six.
I smile more, now. Sometimes, I catch myself thinking of you but I no longer
feel like my chest might implode or like the thorns pricking at my skin will
finally kill me. I laugh too. I laugh the way you laugh after coming home from
a long day and thinking of something funny and suddenly not being able to
stop laughing. Your stomach hurts and your eyes tear up but you still laugh. I
laugh that way. There are no flowers in my chest. Only a heart that still
beats. And I guess thats all that really matters. So, when our eyes meet
again from across the crowded bus, I dont see stars anymore. I dont see
galaxies either, and the universe seems just right. I just see eyes and a
broken soul. Once, I would have done anything to mend it. Now, I offer you a
small smile and wish you the best.

I lay awake and thought about the girls he was kissing. I wondered if they
looked like me; if they tasted the same. I thought how passion had a taste.
Nonchalance too. And love, love had a taste that was hard to describe. It was

like being filled to the brim, it was like being ignorant of emptiness and
hunger.
I lay awake and wondered if he was happy. I thought he must be bursting with
it, or maybe he was just like me. Maybe he was trying to fill the space with
girls who always left him emptier than before. Maybe he would remember
me and regret the way we ended. Or maybe he was in love and I was the
only one who couldnt move on. Maybe I was just projecting my own feelings
onto him.
I lay awake and wished he would call. I wanted to hear him speak, even if it
was just to talk about the weather. You dont realise how much you can miss
a persons voice until theyve stopped talking. But he never called, and I was
too tired to sleep, so I lay awake and just wondered. I wondered how he was
doing.

I saw him again today and he was with another girl and she was so beautiful. I
could tell she was everything he wanted to me to be.
I saw her again today and I was with my new girlfriend and she was beautiful
as well, but she could never live up to what my ex was.
I saw him again today and he looked happy but he didnt see me and our eyes
never met, but his arm was around her and he kissed her with a passion that
I never saw him give me.
I saw her again today and she didnt look back at me when I was caught
staring at her because she was so god damn beautiful. My girlfriend asked
who she was and I just shook my head and smiled at her and kissed her
reassuringly, but reluctantly.
I saw him again today and I realized that I need to let go of him to be able to
step into the next chapter of my life.
I saw her again today and when she walked away, I almost ran after her and
grabbed her hands and told her I still loved her, but I sat like a statue glued
to my seat and eyes wandering.
I saw him again today and I wish that he looked at me the way he looked at
her and that he loved me the way I knew he loved her. I saw him happy and

he was laughing, probably from a funny joke she told, and I cannot
remember why we broke up.
I saw her again today and I wish I could find someone half as elegant and
impeccable as she was, but no one will ever match up to her. I wanted to be
with her again and feel her lips pressed against mine and see how she used
to dance around and try to convince me to as well and how I would always
reject her. I saw her again today and I realized that all the fights we got in
were meaningless and that we gave up too quickly on us, but it was too late
to fix it now.