*

Hush,
don't shiver.
I only tell you the lies
you long to hear.

Elsewhere

People often joke
about my tendecies to leave.
I wish how they'd feel
if I joked
that the reason I want to leave
is because there's no one to hold me back.
There's not one number in my phone book
that I don't make excuses why
it's not the proper time to call them.

I told you
I'm a person
who always wants to be
elsewhere.

Wind between my thighs

Many nights ago

I was walking through the picturesque

empty streets of Plaka.

And as I lifted up my dress a bit with my hands

the wind caressed my thighs

and it made me crave you.

Lessons

Before you continue
learn this:
people are entitled
to their boring as fuck lives.
It's not your job to shake them out of it,
you couldn't even if you tried.
Let them always crave
what they'll never have the balls to go after.

No lost tenderness

I don't know
about lost love.
But I know at least
there's no lost tenderness
between me and you.

At least from my part.

Strange,
lately you're back in my thoughts
but you don't ache anymore.
I just want to smoothe the crease
from your forehead.

How long now
will I dedicate
migled phrases to you?

Missing for emotions

To be honest
it's not that things are good.
It's just that
not many bad things are happening.
But then again
nothing good happens either.
Nothing happens at all.
It's a bit terrifying
but worse it's kind of boring.
The stillness is killing me.

I think I almost miss

the illogical pain

of ten months ago.

Phonecall

She called today and asked me
"What do you have to do tonight?"
I said "Nothing at all."
"Good. I need you."
How good it felt to hear that
even as we both knew
my presence would solve nothing.

Both sides

In the whirlwind of time
I do not think
I barely sleep
barely breathe.
Better and more intoxicating
than remaining motionless,
prey to my thoughts.

For all my laugh's
and all the relaxed and the busy moments
I can feel something at the back of my head
scratching to come back in.
I can feel the irritation building up in me.