– Josephine
Recently I started to count
and I have found a great amount
Shops with florals behind the glass
That I find terrifying to pass
Before the roses didn’t mean
the slightest or slender thing
Until you showed up at my house
Which caused a half-untied blouse
You brought the biggest rose-bouquet
And swore that this time you would stay
And with every blossoming window
this nauseous feeling would grow
I did not find flowers in my head
but the bittersweet memories of you instead
When he lifts his upper lip
His teeth as sharp as lies show
and glisten even in the dimmed light
His bites are remarkable
by the depth of the wound
and the lasting scars
Crazy how many girls
are still following the trail
A pack of wolves and a prey so spotless
It is not
that I am tired
or particularly
lazy
It is that
the future seems
predominantly
disappointing
I just like to
live in this moment
for a little
So let me hold on
to my sheets
a bit longer
Try not to spend
your life
under pressure
but above ease
you can choose
to live free
or
not
The overthinking 