seven storeys

i woke up in the ceiling.

i was watching you from above repeat the feeling.

i could've made a movie out of us,

i swear i could've thrown the best curve

with every secret move you held in stack,

i woke up and i couldn't believe it.

i'm out of myself when they say i'm out to chase.

i should not be patient, oh i should be brave.

can anyone understand

that this is all i have and all i need?

it's not a long lost feeling

in the cupboard

next to the sink?

it's a memory and a hope,

it's hope, god damn it,

hope that one day things will be better for the two of us.

together, alone,

i don't care.

for the time being

and after everything i pulled through

you fade out wouldn't really mean an ending.

i can see through the glass now and i'm no longer waiting for my next move.

i'll stay quiet.

open, still, sticky eyelashes.

when you decide, i'll open my heart.

i'm wait for my time to come.

the thrill of the chase

chase me under street lights
all the way to downtown manhattan
then wash me clean under the covers.
control the only part of your life you have left;
give into power for one secret left unsaid
unravel the mysteries of being no one for a day.
post-it notes make up for break ups
and then they're lost in the wind.
try to make a phone call and fail,
try to change and never let me win.
more than twice the clock has sung,
even more times the streets have cracked
the bus and its flat tire
blister me up and i can't be tired
i could never wake up to nothing,
i admit i can be cynical in your worst nightmares
but there's only a facade of pills and blankets
only to mask up what was lost in central park's snow.
we've not been the same and that won't derail us,
i hope you don't stay and sulk.
i've heard your singing voice and shaky knees say my name
and even then i never felt more alone.
follow me down to the river where no one will know us
and then we'll sleep in the subway seats.
follow me down to wherever i like,
but never, never let me in.