Extortion

I only want one letter from your name
as a keepsake, surely you understand.
Why won't you just give me half of your smile?
I'd even take one that was meant for someone else.
How about a lock of your hair then
that has not been touched by anyone yet?
It is only fair that you let me take
the color of your eyes, when we say goodbye.
I am not greedy you see
I'll leave you alone for just one collarbone.
Who will appreciate anyway
how it almost breaks your skin
when you turn your head around
once I'm gone?
What about you let me take the lines
drawn by the veins on your arm?
I can build a whole cage from them
and hide in it, so you wouldn't see me again.
I'd happily disappear into the abyss
Hell, I'd even take with me all the memories
wouldn't that be worth just one last kiss?

Inconvenient

A fragile heart is a very inconvenient thing to have
It doesn't matter how, once it's broken
People are clumsy or careless all the time
A word here, a gesture there, and whops it goes
So make sure to encase it well, always build up strong walls.

'Cause a broken heart is a very inconvenient thing to have
You have to walk carefully, not to spread the shards
You can't breathe deeply, the cracks expand
You can't even laugh properly, for fear of shattering the whole thing.

All you can do is to slap a band-aid on it for a bit

And look for something else to distract you, while it heals.

Here's the thing, a broken heart is indeed a very inconvenient thing

But there are worse things to have, for sure

You could have a wart on your nose for example 

Or blisters under your heel, wouldn't that be bad?

A broken heart eventually mends itself and you're the wiser for it

And believe you me, scars start way more interesting conversations

Then first editions in pristine condition...

Of love and pebbles

Waves crashing on sand
and pebbles, big and small
of many different colors, but mainly grey
it's ok, pebbles don't need any colors to be interesting
to be unique
lovely.
There are many reasons why I love pebbles
a handful of them
better than a handful of butterflies
they can't be hurt
also, they can't be expected to give out any warmth
to be kind
to kiss you back
pebbles are the reflection of what remains
when all transient and finicky is gone
capricious waves play amongst the pebbles
then join back to the sea
only droplets left behind
until sun makes them disappear
pebbles, they stay.

indifference is the opposite of love
so we all appear indifferent
to the world around, to each other
hiding not just our wounds and tears
but our joy and excitement as well
all fading to grey
all because we know
one never heals from love that once was
when it is taken away...

I hold this one pebble in my hands
then throw it to the sea
letting it skip a few times over the water
when it finally finds a resting place
and sinks beneath the surface
I make a wish to the god of small favors
and small pebbles
that this should be the last time I let myself write
so many words about someone
who's not even worth his weight
in pebbles...

Nature morte

Snow on sand
    you asked if you could touch it
    it felt soft, warm, nice
    and not stiff and cold like you expected
    you never dared to do it again.
Rainclouds gathering
    you found them hard to look at
    yet you forced yourself to look
    even though it made your heart

                             skip a beat

    and you had to remind yourself

                             to keep breathing.

Tangled roots of a birch tree

    they were impossibly close to surface

    tight fabric making them the more visible

    countless times you traced them

                              with imaginary fingers.

Like the shore, like the sky, like the woods,

    you were going by sight and smell

    and you weren't really listening

    to be fair, there were no spoken words

    only subtle signs you couldn't read in time

                              and then it was too late.

Don't blame yourself too much, though

Even if it could have lasted a bit longer

Every journey has to end sometime

And you would always come back home...