04c. all the things I am

I am everything you love.

I am the blanket that you, as a child, used to scare off your fears.
I am the warm summer breeze that runs through your hair.
I am the laughter you give away so purely.
I am a strawberry chocolate bar.
I am the Christmas present you hope to find under the tree .
I am the first poem you ever wrote.
I am the clothes that kept his sense.
I am the cute lil' puppie from your street.
I am your favourite brand of cigarrets.
I am the starry sky in the summer.
I am the arms you always love to cuddle into.
I am the place where your pain and your fear will never be.
I am the teacher you always admired.
I am the dress you love.
I am your precious comic-books collection.
I am your favourite character.
I am your inner peace.
I am the anchor that settles you into reality.
I am the child who dares you to dream higher than you.
I am the shirt that makes you look so God damn hot.
I am the hot chocolate drank by the fire-place.
I am the loveable big-eyed little girl that holds on to you in the park and smiles.
I am the adrenaline rush you get when we get too close.
I am the drops of water drifing slowly from your hot-blooded lips on to your chin, sliding lazy to your chest...
I am the kinky song that makes you picture me in the poses only you know.
I am the lyrics from the best song you've ever heard, hung on the wall next to your bed.
I am your own personal trip, in which you hide away from the world's eyes.
I am the one who sneaks out the bathroom window and takes off with you.
I am the stupid fight that ends up on the floor in your room.
I am all those long and careless afternoons of extravagant delight.
I am all the conversations full of sweet/dirty talking.
I am the photo you'll never get tired of looking at.
I am the vast green field you want to plant your dreams in.
I am the creative sand storms in your head.
I am the smell of good old books, combined with cigarettes and surrounded by metaphores.
I am the sparkle in your mother's eyes.
I am the tree that used to be our witness when you read me your poems.
I am all the mornings when you'd wake up by the noise I was making, said nothing and just lied in bed watching me getting dressed up.
I am the escape you're desperattly seeking.
I am the super-power you secretly hope you'll get.
I am all the good vibes you get when you're out with friends.
I am the demuring little candles that have been spread all over the house.
I am the luscious rum that heats your insides.
I am the LSD that's melting in your mouth and is gradually and totally metamorphosing reality.
I am the one who pushes you into the pool while you're still dressed and then ends up in it, too.
I am the hot shower that washes away your worries.
I am the pepper from your chocolate.
I am pigeon that deliberately approaches you with no fear and starts cuddling up in your hand.
I am the joint that softens your soul and helps you reconstruct time.
I am your enthusiasm at the most simpliest things.
I am the star that shines only for your eyes.
I am the affair that reminds you that you're still alive.
I am the song that makes you wanna jump up and dance with me.
I am your naked desperation.
I am the snowflakes that stick on to your eyelashes.
I am the milk and cereals in your bowl.


I am the warm hand you're searching for in this city of zombies.
I am the lust that won't ever grow thin.
I am the sinner lips you'll never get tired of kissing.
I am the only one who knows how you like your coffee.


I am your summer...

and I am yours...