love your fucking self

my boyfriend took me on a ride
on his motorbike today

it was warm
and the winds were blowing
and there i was
happily clung to my boy
a free little something

but let me tell you
i never felt so alive.

there once was a book
and i held it in my hands:
and i felt that there was never anything
so real.

i want to do my next placement in an asylum
i find that to be so fascinating and i always felt attracted to madhouses

your leaving was the only nightmare
that didn’t seem to get less horrifying in the morning after

summer:
the smell of yellow rape on the fields
and death in my heart

give my swollen hands some rest
don’t you see i’m on my knees