• Prose

    We are friends, you say

    We are friends, you say, as I lean my head on your shoulder and you hug me stronger. If I ever try to come closer to you, I know you won’t turn me down, because friends don’t do that, right? But maybe I’ll start wanting more, wanting more from you. It’s funny, we both know it’s forbidden, but we feel freer than ever. “We’re just friends,” you say. But you have that look and you unconsciously raise your eyebrow when you have something else to say, yet you choose to smile and play with my hair because it’s easier than the truth. I do the same thing, I shake my…

  • Poetry

    To please me, you have to be intellectually high

    To please me, you have to be intellectually high. You must not be limited, you must not look like anything that already has been seen before. I don’t need another deja vu in a row. I’m satisfied with the waves of infinity, a state of mind in ecstasy. If you want to come closer, be sure you are well-defined. Your viewpoints must be beyond the visible, your mind must collide with my thoughts. Sapiosexuality is my orientation. It’s my choice to physically not experience, and I dare you to come closer, with what you own. To please me, you have to believe in yourself. If I believe in you, if…

  • Poetry

    Don’t make my words get out

    Don’t make my words get out, because I won’t tell you what you want to hear. Don’t think you have that power to overtake me when I’m weak and use it for your purposes. You won’t be able to win me over, you won’t hear what you need – I will not boost your ego using words, but with silence, I will kill it. The rope with which you hold my words because of the fear that I’m going to align them in front of you will cut you, because you won’t be able to get over them. Don’t make my words get out, because my tolerance threshold will disappear.…