Book: Bipolar Desire
He is one of a kind; lovely and deadly.
Lovely because he shines so bright that with him darkness turns into starry nights.
Deadly because he makes me feel so good that without him, I can do no good.
Lovely because like the sun,
he beams upon my face that with him bitterness turns into sweetness and sweetness into rainy days.
Deadly because he numbs my heart,
that without him blood turns into tears and tears into dusty frost.
Book: Pretty wounds
We met but not in real life.
I saw you yesterday entering my house.
I jumped into your arms,
Full of scars.
Then I held your hand It was too warm to be left .
I don't remember how and what happened.
It was so sweet to be remembered
Then I opened my eyes And it turned to be a lie.
No matter how dreams look like,
They will break you into small pieces When you wake up.