Can't stop

I can't stop.

I can't pause.

And no, I cannot catch a break.

I'm addicted to fluidity.

I'm addicted to the pace.

I hate change. But I can't do without it.

Monotony is suffocating.

Decisions are emotional and quick.

You always know what your heart wants.

I like black. I like white better. Gray areas don't exist. They are constructed to hide.

I like being blunt. I'm honest.

I'm not going to beat about the bush. I don't lie.

It may hurt. But it's better that way.

I'm either the bff. Or I don't give a damn.

I would love to death. Or I wouldn't care if they live or die.

It's always about the speed.

I can handle it.

I can't stop.

I can't pause.

And no, I cannot catch a break.

Hickey

I wake up at six,

finding you sleeping next to me, I give you a kiss.

You acknowledge the gesture,

and kiss the air,

before rolling over

and going back to sleep on your rear.

In front of the mirror,

I look at the scars,

Scattered around my neck,

Like a negative of the night stars.

It’s a wednesday,

We have to go to work,

got drunk anyway,

we’re quite a piece of work.

I choose a shirt,

that puts my neck as if on display,

as clear as the ash from the cigarettes,

in a white ash-tray.

And as I color my lips red,

I take a final glance,

at the marks from last night,

a sign of passionate romance.

I peck you once more before I leave

and give you a red mark of my own,

which you will realize only later,

once you’ve already hit the road.

They look at my scars,

with futile attempts to hide their surprise,

On the way to work and at it

I’m used to their eyes.

For every stare,

I can only blush

and think back at that 3AM rush.

I proudly walk along,

not quite giving a damn,

Still smelling of you,

still smelling of us,

still smelling of sex,

And those hickies on my neck.

Slow down you crazy child

Dream away, dream away, dream away they say,

And to stay grounded, they ask,

Are not the expectations high?

But why?

Taking flight is easy,

Stick your hand out of a car window,

You’ll know.

Easy to fly, Easy to fall,

Time flies when you’re having fun.

No wonder life has time

to flash by your eyes.

Get a grip,

take it easy,

there’s plenty of time,

if you can hold it in.