You let my head fills with your word. It bubbles my head, lets my head fly to the sky, and lifts my head to the clouds. Guess I was wrong but I know that I soon fall. Hard. Bruised. Your words crowd my head and crush the cell brains. I know you’re killing me but I goddamnly need your love.

You soon take my heart away. You rob mine. I thought the arrow saved it from you, but I was wrong. You pull the arrow right away, and whisk my heart, which attached to the arrow. I moan so hard and start wishing you could keep it safely.

I keep your words. I snatch your word and hold it tight I might crush it. I hold on to your words and collect it in case you’ll leave me. Nevertheless, yes I was wrong.

You are. You left me. You run away from me. I try to bring your words to you but soon they crumble. Vanish. Disappear. Like they do never exist. I charge towards you.


And you’re gone.You demand me to sip the absinthe. Here I am, paralyzed by your licorice.