When a love that has no chance of surviving is born, when feelings scream with every part of your body, when you have to shout it all out or you go crazy, then words are born, they flood your mind.
Sometimes as clumsy as a child’s first words and sometimes accurately reflecting what you feel. So I am writing in order not to forget and be able to return to these moments.
Regards, Robert J. Smart
Bitten by love
Bitten by loveto the bone.Dangles bloody shreds,not sure if anyone will be able to put it back together. A horrible sight,arouses disgust,who would have expected,that
I wanted to tell you so much
I wanted to tell you so much,I had every word thought outand I knew perfectly well what I wanted to confess,But like an ostrich I
I am fighting for this love
Somewhere subconsciously I am fighting for this love, although from the beginning I did not give it any chance. It smoulders in me and can
I need to get my act together
I spilled out of the box like matches I have to get myself together I’m cramped in a square world It’s dark and stuffy there.
I will wait
I will wait I’ll wait. I have time, or so I think. I’ll wait until you love me. Slowly, without rushing. So naturally. You have
I’m writing
I’m writing. The letters appear lazily on the page. They run off like heavy spring rain. They are reluctant to combine them into words, as
Birthday
I can’t wish you well, even though it’s your birthday today. I know your address, I also know your phone. I would like to give
Love that was not there
We walk holding hands,We walk like this for many years. We already have thousands of memories,such is already this world of ours. Everything beautiful and
Don’t treat me like air
Don’t treat me like air,Because it really hurts me.Look at me and sometimes say something,smile in spite of yourself too. After all, nothing connects
Talking
I dared to finally talk to you,so honestly and from the heart. I knew it would be a difficult conversation. I did not know, however,
I don’t cry anymore
I don’t cry anymore. No. The tears are over, just like the rain suddenly stops. It’s even funny. I thought they never end. And here
My heart is fighting
My heart is fighting with my mind,common sense tells me to quitsomething that hasn’t started yet.It’ll probably be better for both of usand I almost
Unreal are WE
You and me, two worlds,we belong to someone else.Does it have to be this way or will it stay that way?Probably yes, because this is
I create my world
I create my world, unreal somewhere at the bottom of my mind. I try to hide it as deep as I can, because only there
I run away
Running away from myself,driving away intrusive thoughts.No, this had no right to happen,no, not now, not with me. I have butterflies in my stomach,I’ve already