licht

waar
ben je het liefst waar
ga je graag
heen en dan weer
terug naar de
kust met torens
lichten
voor het donker
eb weg en ze
verzonk in haar dromen
laat mij
licht
zijn

laat mij lichter
zijn
ik sta tot mijn
enkels in het zand
mijn voeten
diep
ingegraven tussen de
schelpjes in onze
vensterbank

zie mij
staan
zie mij gaan varen
terug naar de kust
laat je zorgen varen
laat mij
lichter
zijn

Venice

I smiled and I waved you goodbye. You looked back, did the same and continued to walk in the direction of the gates. My heart was heavy. I knew I would be back here in only four days. I knew that you would still love me and would go home with me again. Still, I hated saying goodbye to you. No matter how sure I was that you would come back. I carry just an ounce of fear with me that I would never see you again. That I would stand there in four days waiting for you, but had to go home alone.

Mischief 

And sometimes when the train takes to long to arrive and the rythm of my music slows down I miss you. Weeks can pass without thinking about you and then again I find you when you least expect it, like a lost coin in a backpocket. You were the closing elevator that I’d run to. You were the person whose number I could always call, you would always pick up, even when we left on bad terms. Our no was always yes and our maybe full of mischief. We had it and we blew it. We made it impossible for each other to get along because we wanted it to badly. Our dreams were big but reality was bigger. 

I think I found the right words.

It was storming outside when our summer love came to an end. I remember that he didn’t knew how to feel, anger and sadness were mixed like the coffee and cream in my cappuccino. I cradled my knees against my chest and watched the storm pass by. I broke a heart and so it hurt mine. I made mistakes, took a lot of wrong turns and got lost.

Soon I found my way out
I found myself
and I did it on my own

I learned how to be on my own. How to fight strong and recover. There wasn’t much I needed in life, I grew up to be independent. To know what is right and what is wrong. I moved along, I walked on my own. I walked and I walked and then I .. I stood still to look at you.

How it feels to do it all over again;

I squinted my eyes against the bright sunlight from behind the trees. People were chatting left and right, I could only pay attention to the person climbing on top of a picknick table to greet us. I have no idea what she was telling us. I was blinded by her and the way she moved and talk. I wanted to hear her talk all day long. I knew I liked her noise above all the other noise. She stood there watching us but she didn’t notice me. I felt the heat and my heart burn. I had to spend more time with her, I wanted to be all for her.

I greeted her multiple times when we crossed in the hallways. My heart would skip a beat. I wasn’t really in love, but I wanted to know so much more about the mystery in her eyes. I guess I wasn’t the only one. She was adored by many and had someone else by her side. I let them walk. I wanted them to.

I started walking again.

I started walking until we collided into each other and we were spinning circles around each other for the entire night. She held on to my hands and I clutched onto her arms. I wasn’t letting go now. I wasn’t going to walk away that easy this time. I saw stars in her eyes and I wanted to know where they came from.

She was magical. We watched the sun rise and fall into the horizon again. We never let go of each other since that first night. We looked at each other until we slowly started talking. I whispered to you that night – I think I might like you. And she smiled. She knew that her heart was pounding too. I became unbearable. We felt as if this was all we had been waiting for. As if our worlds were meant to collide.

We had sparks and butterflies and endless laughter. I had fears and worries but they faded when she held me close each night. I can never get used to waking up next to her every morning. I am priviledged to be in a dreamworld when I’m wide awake. One look and a kiss and I’m the happiest you’ll ever see me. Our best selves intertwined like mixed flowers in spring. Inspire, aspire, nourish and grow. Talk, laugh, scream and smile. Hug, kiss and love.

How it felt to do it all over again; I felt love pulsing through my body and it was all I ever needed. It felt real. I was blown away and back to the shore.

I’m in love, madly in love with her. I think I found the right words.

bladeren

buidel mijn tranen
in een knapzak
en laat ze achter
tussen de bomen
die het laatste
stukje van mij
in de schaduw legt

lief laat de
blaadjes hangen
tot ze vanzelf
naar de grond
zullen dwarrelen
want ik ben nog
niet klaar om
los te laten

door de schaduw
weet ik waar
mijn zwakke plekken
aan het helen zijn

laat mij helen en ik laat jou de zon zijn die tussen de bladeren schemert

terug

schenk mij aandacht
geef mij er
handenvol van

bevestig alles
en beantwoord
al mijn vragen

laat mij niet
zwemmen in
deze twijfels

zeg mij waar
je bent en zo
heen gaat

zeg mij dat
je terugkomt

ik wil je
hier en om
mij heen

praat me mij
tot we alles
hebben gezegd

trek mij terug
als ik buiten
bereik val

wijs mij de weg
en neem mij
altijd mee

zeg mij dat
je niet weggaat

zeg mij dat
je terugkomt

weerstand

duw mij weg en
wijs mij de uitgang
ik laat de deur
achter mij openstaan

zeg me dat je niet gaat
praten met mij en ik
zal verder niet horen
wat je kwijt wil

vecht tegen je tranen
als je je verzet want
anders zou ik zien
wat er echt is

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