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Sometimes
I want to make a fresh start
to make so many mistakes again
but also to do many things differently
to be able to tell some people some things
which I´ll never be able to tell them now,
cause they´re gone and they´ll never come back
to take opportunities again,
and reconsider carelessness
to have more courage and audacity,
or at least to show more of it
not to let those people come into my life
who didn´t deserve me in my past,
and welcome those who are worth it, much earlier
Sometimes
I want to make a fresh start
just to live more often
I want to make a fresh start
to make so many mistakes again
but also to do many things differently
to be able to tell some people some things
which I´ll never be able to tell them now,
cause they´re gone and they´ll never come back
to take opportunities again,
and reconsider carelessness
to have more courage and audacity,
or at least to show more of it
not to let those people come into my life
who didn´t deserve me in my past,
and welcome those who are worth it, much earlier
Sometimes
I want to make a fresh start
just to live more often
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Coincidence at 5PM
I saw you walking past from the window and my heart almost burst. I don’t remember which part of you I recognized first: your face, with your combination of sleek cheekbones and nerdy glasses, or your green jacket, or the way you walked in a sort of funny but still dignified way. But I recognized you, as I always did.
I hadn’t seen you for so long that I stared in disbelief, the moment hanging in suspension. The fork didn’t make it to my mouth. I didn’t have time to reach for my phone before you disappeared from view. What could I have said anyway? I would have said a lot of things, but none of them would have interes
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murderer
you died,
five days after
you said you loved me.
i think it was
my heart which killed you.
perhaps
you just didn't fit
with my bones,
the clavicle, i think.
or maybe it was
something you said,
and the black hole
of my heart
swallowed you.
you died then,
i believe;
even though
we both clung on
(for just awhile.)
we parted at christmas.
and i buried you
in the ground
of my heart.
i think it happened
on the third day;
when i killed you,
i mean.
you said
you wanted to
learn to love me
soon.
you lied.
so much for
a death wish.
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Always
Your ghost is at my fingertips.
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