The girl with the smiling eyes

I want somebody to come fuck me tenderly, as I lie there unmoving, like a starfish.

Numb, numb, numb as they come.

I don't care any more, anyway.

Taste

How do you like them?

I like them...

polite. shy. innocent. kind. smiley. friendly. /quiet. bisexual. quirky/ mysterious. confident. ambiguous. androgynous.

tall. slim. doting. soft\beautiful. artistic. rebels\average. solid. defiant. tough.

but if possible, not blonde.

lack of something to want to love

a tree. a plant. grass. eating light until being eaten
and the death harvest with its scythe. but
humans don`t have roots, do they?
then run away. until you run out of fuel

like a machine. like a flame. with
faces? masks? animated statues
someone must be too distracted to not see eyelids shuting
or stunned lips in slow motion. with no word at all. no one to speak. lots of people to speak
no desire
maybe fear

or desire to be alone. no effort to loose in lost cases

it's too strange to have too much hair only in the head
or to wear clothes. to have nails. to befriend
because. because the wind is invisible. the light is visible
the color can be red among many reds possible
but none talks with your language

and because silent people don't talk to silent walls

give me YOUR money. without it there's no sense in selling MY things

...

i was the first to name an unknown star. it's mine now, isn't it, my friend?

and all i wanted to say is just
you can idealize what you want, but once you have it you will need something else
i had. i had enough

The lovesick unloved at 1AM

And why won't you fucking look me in the eyes, when I'm all you can see as my face is turned?
You can't even admit emotion, as if you were numb.
I would've fucked you then and there, I would have loved you, would have kissed you -
Had you not been such a coward.
But it's always that way, with men.
Sleeping with men, is nights alone spent in company.
And it's not as if my being foreign counts for shit in any case,
Because it's not as if you don't speak my language.
What is language, communication, anyway?
The sounds that come out of our lips,
The touch and movements that interconnect, allowing us to interact with one another.
Why can't it be that simple?
I call you, you call me.
Happy and free.
None of this nonsense about seeing each other again at a later time in life,
No regrets, and no jealousy attached.
Just love.
Fulfilling need.
Bodies made of coffee and cigarettes.
Something like a warm heart feeling, nothing sexual.
And if I can't have that,
If I can't even have a taste,
Then tell me lies,
Tell me sweet little lies at least.

Confidence

There's no one who can give you as much happiness as I can,
No one else can protect you better than me,
And there's no one else who loves you more than I do,
So, you need to choose me.