Vertrauen.
Sie lässt andere über die Klinge springen
Statt mit Ehrlichkeit ans Licht zu bringen
Was Klärung und Heilung schafft.
Was ist das für eine Freundschaft?
Hinter der Maske des Wohlwollens
Fletscht die Selbstsucht ihre Zähne.
I don’t have anything to hide My shadows are enlightened My words are spoken What are your secrets? Show me your ghosts the demons you try to drown every night in the liquid you call solution
You are a beautiful soul remember that
And if he wants to leave Let him go Because you can’t hold onto something that's already gone You can’t stop people Neither stop time or stop moving on And you will see Someday you will feel Awake and alive again Because after all
You are a beautiful soul remember that
I am not ready to lose this Not ready to discover another time Another time without you I am not willing to give you up Not willing to give up love the love which felt so safe I am not prepared to let you go Not prepared to move on move on and exist on my own Exist on my own on my own my own alone
We said we would fight the distance We said we would never give up We knew it wouldn’t be easy but we hoped for the best We failed and buried our sweetly spoken promises under all the other never forgotten lies. Only left are the memories remembering us painfully what of a sweet life we promised each other
I feel trapped by my own heart Losing my patience by searching your presence in the fading words you left behind You promised me nothing but I still feel betrayed Every day I am waiting falling for you Staring at the world and no clue what to do
And you are still
the only person
who can keep me together
when I am about to fall apart.
Between promises and lies I found myself lost in your labyrinth of words
At least the pain shows
you were real
we were real
this was real
I created a new person for you but as much as I created It wasn't enough for you.
You promised me
You would always be there
You are a liar
But I am one too
Because I promised you
The same
A letter to a friend I loved...i love. I miss.
I miss u
I miss the talks we had, the loud laughter, the random references
I miss the silence between our talks
I miss how your voice changes while eating something. I miss your way of saying "mhhhm" when you're enjoying your delicious chocolate.
I miss you
I miss you as the person you are
I miss the person I am around you
I miss the person I used to be with you
I miss the friendship we had, because it's a matter of fact, that eventhough we said we would try it one last time, we both agreed to give up of what we had left, without knowing it. I miss the old days.
I miss to listen to your problems, eventhough they were a bit silly sometimes and I did not knew what to say, but they were important to you, so they were important to me, because you were important to me.
I miss the way I've never missed our friendship. I miss the way I've though about you. I miss the excitement I had, by thinking about calling you. I miss the enjoyment I had by talking to you, like to no one else. I miss the way I made you laught and I miss the way you've mad me laught so many times.
I miss the plans we made for our future,eventhough we knew they would never come true, but dreams will be dreams and we lived them in our head.
I miss not missing you.
I miss complaining and overthinking our friendship. I miss fearing of losing you, because that ment I haven't lost this yet. Cuz now it is not you I am writing, but my notebook.
I miss not thinking if i should write you, but just do. I miss our games and inside jokes. I miss Oleg . I miss Oleg a lot. I miss knowing what is going on in your life and I miss letting you know what is going on inside mine. I miss getting mad about you, for no real reason and I miss starting smiling out of nowhere, just because I thought about a funny thing you've said once.
I miss the way you saw me. I miss our conversations and how light and easy they could be. I miss, I hate not being able to write you because...that what we had is in the past and we both seem to have moved on...but still...sometimes you are the only person I want to talk to. I miss the way "sometimes " did not exist. I really miss not missing you.
I miss how you laughted about my really bad jokes. Damn they where bad. I miss falling asleep whit knowing you would still be there. I miss this friendship so badly I can't. It's true, you value things way more, when they are gone.
I hate this so much. I hate that we are kinda in touch, but don't talk at all and if we do, we don't come over some Texts and then everything is dead.
I don't know if we will ever be real friends again. I don't know how you may feel and I really want to know.
I don't know if there will ever be another person with whom I may experience a similar friendship. Well there is somebody I really love but it's not the same we had. And that's what I miss .... the friendship we left behind.
I hate trying to having to distract myself of not thinking about you, especially when it gets late and I don't know what to do. I am haunted by the ghost of you, of my old me, of the person we were and pretended to be.
I miss