By Anno Birkin

 Steal me.

Melt my gold centre.
I enter through your dreams,
    where you're weak,
and where I'm clean of inhibitions.

I'm killing this body, this prison of flesh,
this heart and this head that you loved-- put to rest,
but I'll see you in sleep,
where I'm perfect.

 What I know is that I love you more than life itself

 and the world can't hold nothing against me

except for that.

Burning out

 I've put myself on fire for you

You blew me away

Blown off far away

And I died

Because you killed me

For you

Unimportant and disposable

Just like trash can from homeless

Burning away

 Sometimes I wonder if you ever wished I was dead. 

It's okay. I understand. You are and have been the only one since, for everything. 

 I still feel like crying when I think of killing myself, but maybe one day I won't feel it anymore.

 My heart skips a beat when I see you. I think you are killing me slowly just by looking at me.

I am so yours

And you are so mine

That sometimes

When I pass by a mirror

I smile 

Because I'm looking at you

Do you understand how I truly feel?

It's like I'm broken here on my chest where a crater lies, because we're not in each other's arms. If only you could feel the true deep connection that is in every cell of me. But we didn't even believe in destiny. 

And though I was yours probably since other lives and you failed me in every time, there is no one else with whom we can ever feel the same way. 

It didn't matter how I made you dislike me, how our rivalry will always happen, because our damned souls wander together in the stars and resonate in every atom in the universe. No one else. But I think you won't know it or feel it, probably never and just keep seeing the whole mundane aspect of it, seeing it as an ill kind of love, because I made it similar to the others that you knew and couldn't take care of. 

This time it wasn't self-sabotage, I didn't even think of myself, I guess that's true love indeed. 

 Without your forgiveness

I'm just a lost pearl

With no oyster

 I still feel you talking to me. Why is it so hard for you to be my friend again?