I’ve told the inside of me,

it’s time to take a different path.

These feeling are fighting me hard.

Making everything inside me hurt so badly.

Crying doesn’t help with anything.

Forgetting doesn’t seem to be a possibility.

Accepting what is and letting it pass

is taking its sweet time on me.

Can’t help but wonder,

what’s waiting on the other side of this nothingness.

The waiting is shrinking what’s left,

Inside Me“.


Rebel Rebell 

Take off the mask.

Let the sheep wonder why you walk alone.

It’s not scary when you don’t care who stares.

They watch, wanting to understand.

How you find direction for the road less traveled.

Feeling inspiration from all kinds of vibes.

Let the energy from within shine bright.

Be that light.

Show them how to harness the power sleeping inside.


I’m not the door.

I’m the hand.

The words came to me in a dream.

The realization made perfect sense.

It’s the path I want to travel.

It’s the road that leads to you.

You’re who I’ve been wanting to meet.


You should be,

the words woke me.

Looking forward to the stretched out hand that leads to the opposite side of the insanity.

How long will madness take its turn visiting my dreams, before the conquering master rescues what left of the true me? 


Forgive me for having to leave you behind.

You weren’t ready to grow and move past all the obstacles in that part of your life.

I tried to wait but time doesn’t stand still for absolutely no one.

Life happens and I tried a few different paths.

Pulling my own weight was challenging enough

You can play the blame game.

Curse me for not holding your hand every step of the way.

It took me a long time to realize,

I’m not responsible for what you decide. 

I can lend a hand.

Even listen to you for a while.

I find it’s more out of pity these day.

Memories of us are a blur.

You’re still unchanged.

What a shame,

you blame others

for staying in the same place.


Hey girl hey.

I had a dream.

You and I came eye to eye.

Always all up in my head.

Whispering all kinds of lies.

I laughed when I finally set my eyes on you.

Hot damn, seriously that was you?

Playing games with my head.

A jester fucking with my mind.

Thank you GOD for a hardcore life.

Gave me the strength to go toe to toe with my ego.

I can put it in writing, scream it out into the air, the world is my witness.

I turn my back on you.

Bye Bitch Bye.

You whisper so many lies.


Can I spend time with you?

You’re far from my reach but I still want to impress you. 

In the name of what feels like “love”, I won’t stop until I’ve caught up with you.

It’s painfully beautiful, this struggle with love. 

All it takes is a smile to keep all these flames on a low steady blaze.

You didn’t even have to cast a spell on me.

I follow you willingly.

I’m not sure if this is a good or bad thing.

Wanting you so badly.

My only remedy is pretending this situation is temporary.

Until then I’ll go on feverishly eyeing you.


How do I rid myself of remembering all the different ways you use to love me?

I pray to forget how much you’ve hurt me.

I prefer to remember me before you.

That’s not true.

The thought of not knowing you is worse then trying to unlove you.

In this lifetime I’m not meant to have you, as long as I would have liked to.

The “Me Before You”, is long gone.

Today I walk with healing cracks all over my heart.

Besides that,

this new me feels strong.

Ready to start singing “a platinum love song”.


I cannot have you in the flesh

But I can have you in my head.

Imagining bliss, what a merciful gift. 

Is it a sin?

Taking you into my dream.

Creating every scene so perfectly.

Where everything is what I’d hoped it would be.

It easies the pain of not knowing your touch when I awake.

Dare I look you in the eye.

Knowing what I’ve dreamt inside my mind.

Until tonight.

When I decide,

what I’ll be having under the moonlit sky. 


Do you remember me often?

I wonder, if you recall all the broken promises you’d made me.

How I’ve cried over such triviality. 

I still find it hard to fathom your cruelty.

I can still see all your words come alive in my mind,

as if we were still a possibility. 

You and me.

What a comedy our romance turned out to be.

I wonder if you care about how much you’ve hurt me.

My wild guess is that it won’t solve anything,

all my wondering.

No more wondering,

there’s no you and me.


I hardly think of you anymore.

Can’t believe I shed so many tears for you not to long ago. 

I spent so much time walking along.

Finding shattered pieces of my heart all over the floor. 

Sounds like a sad story.

I write a love story.

I cared for you once upon a time.

Now it seems strange to have ever loved you at all.

Many love story’s go wrong.

No regrets for having loved you before.

It’s just the end for a new beginning of another