You're asking yourself if you would fall for me if we met each other for the first time again. And I know, you would. Because I'm still the same and you could never resist me.

You told me I was a goddess and left expecting me to cry. But why would a goddess cry over you?

Wear dark lipstick, drink too much coffee, smoke expensive cigarettes, go out alone, read a lot and play with fuckboys

I fell in love with this jacket at the same time I fell in love with you. At first I didn't notice it, but when I looked closely I fell, all of me fell at once. It was the same with you. Now the thought of you gives me headaches and your name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
I don't wear it anymore.

Sometimes I'm still shaking like I'm cold. It's a word, a song, a scent or a thought. And it makes me freeze, because the word is your name, the song is the one I heard after you left, the scent is your perfume in a crowd and the thought is you.

Let's pretend I don't write poems about you full of tears and pain every evening

I've seen one lunar eclipse, two solar eclipses, three seas, four open airs, five double rainbows, six deadly storms and seven countrys, yet your lips are still the most beautiful things on my mind.