Sunday 22 December 2013

war

i want to be skinny
i want to have a talent
i want to feel beautiful
i want somebody to love me
i want somebody to want me
i want to be able to write poems
i want to forget memories i don't like
i want to be able to learn everything i need to
i want to have a tattoo and not doubt about it
i want to look at myself and don't feel disgusted
i want to feel comfortable in my own skin
i want to have smile that brightens everyone's day
i want to remember the memories i am fascinated of

i want to live in a house 
where every single clothing would have its handle
where bedroom window faces east
where porch faces west
where walls would be covered in paintings
where the music would have an amazing quality and wouldn't annoy others
where the room full of books would be covered in mattresses and candles

i’m jealous
of your pillows
and of your sheets

i want to hear
the sound
of your heartbeat


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