summer blues (2)

It's midnight,
A violent summer outside

humid, hot...

We would lie in my single bed
Naked, just hand in hand
Complaining about the weather
Talking about taking another shower

happy inside...

I'll sleep on the couch tonight
If I can find any sleep at all
Or most probably,
I'll close my eyes and dream of you again
Trying not to think about
How impossible-to-reach you are...

It's midnight,
An eerie summer outside,

bluest melancholy inside...

note that

just to clear any possible misunderstandings

Sometimes, yes, all of a sudden
I find myself thinking about

your lips

How they were, how they tasted
But it's just the aftermath of a story
Which I tried very hard to forget
Everything happened long ago
Actually you are him and he is you
The same posed arrogance
The same exceptional beauty...
Anyway, well, it's just a thought
Not a desire anymore
Just wondering what if... and so on
For my own entertainment only
So, for an answer,

'no' is all you'll get...

people around me

someone is judging me based on what I write
someone thinks I am easy to manipulate
someone doesn't accept 'no' for an answer
someone broke my heart and doesn't know it
someone gives me the chance to revenge
someone tries to cheer me up, in vain
someone hopes I won't cause any trouble
someone thinks a bit too highly of himself
-but noone can do anything about the fact that-
someone went away...