Verfasst von: diemitdeneulentanzt Am: August 31, 2010
Ich kann’s mir nicht leisten,
mich zu irren.
Denn ich hab’ keinen,
der hinter mir steht und mich auffängt.
Verfasst von: diemitdeneulentanzt Am: August 18, 2010
I’m not an actress.
When I say „I love you“ .. I mean it.
When I say „you’re funny“ .. I mean it.
When I say „tell me about it“ .. I will listen.
When I say „I will be there for you always, no matter what,
you can count on me“ .. I say it for a reason.
But when I say „I don’t care .. at all.“ .. beware.
It actually means that I care a lot, more than I would ever admit.
Verfasst von: diemitdeneulentanzt Am: August 18, 2010
I’m not afraid of losing my mind,
or losing control.
But I’ve always been afraid of losing my thoughts.
Verfasst von: diemitdeneulentanzt Am: August 18, 2010
Why don’t y o u know what y o u want?
Why do I know what I want?
And why do I never get what I want ..
or rather: who I want.
Verfasst von: diemitdeneulentanzt Am: August 18, 2010
Living a lie … I know how it feels like.
Verfasst von: diemitdeneulentanzt Am: August 18, 2010
(and) she whispered .. I love you .. you’re my angel, you know that?
but I have to let you go, I have to.
I had to. I’m so sorry ..
Verfasst von: diemitdeneulentanzt Am: August 18, 2010
und sie flüsterte .. „ich liebe dich, mein engel. doch ich weiß,
ich muss dich nun gehen lassen. ich muss.“
Verfasst von: diemitdeneulentanzt Am: August 18, 2010
actually it’s like that ..
you’re hurting me
just to keep me down
so you can hope
that I will do everything
to satisfy you so you won’t
hurt me no more
I’ve given you all
my thoughts, all my attention
and finally .. all my love
but you’re not worth it
you were never worth it.
Verfasst von: diemitdeneulentanzt Am: August 15, 2010
I really wish I still loved you
wish I would care.
wish you didn’t hurt me
the way you did.
wish I could see
look into your eyes.
wish that I could feel anything (for you).
I wish you would have trusted me
more than you did.
I want to get to know you.
but it’s too late.
Why is the sky blue?
Verfasst von: diemitdeneulentanzt Am: August 18, 2010
One day Louisa (a classmate of mine) asked me after our religion lesson, without leaving her seat in the row behind me “So .. what or who do you want to choose … it’s about time, honey!“
„Choose what?“ … I gave her my What-the-hell-do-you-mean-Look.
A little overstated maybe, but hey, that’s my thing.
„You know … who are you gonna live your life with!?“
„You know there’s no-one in my life and heart right now .. don’t you dare to set me up again .. or even think of it!“ .. I had to smile about myself.
„Just wait until I fall in love - don’t rush me, okay?“
„So .. there is a guy?“ .. Louise grinned at me.
„Lou, you know me .. it doesn’t have to be a man, and I won’t ‘sort’ people I might fall for by their gender .. I couldn’t .. even if I wanted ..“
„But..“
“ .. which I don’t.“
Yes .. that was stressful .. my mate asked me that question after a long day and an exhausting conversation whether gay couples should be able to adopt children.
Of course I was anything but non-involved. Lets just say .. my entire class knows my thoughts about that. Thankfully some of them share my opinion.
….
So that was just a little anecdote to begin with.
Actually my topic will be about different kinds of sexuality and love.
But is it really that different? Do we need those labels to define us?
TO BE CONTINUED IN A FEW HOURS!