Wolf Sister

I am made for love and adventures, there are ancient mysteries written in my bones and fantasy stories tangled in my hair and there is laughter and joy in my stomach.

I think my whole being is whimpering when you look at me. You undress me with your eyes - but not my body. I can feel my soul being stripped bare. Naked. Dirty, but oh so holy. Make love to it.

How do I break a promise with myself? How do I look myself in the eye, how do I forgive?

You ask how come one can be so deeply concerned with everything. I don't know, my heart's just this lively.

My heart is a loud one. It talks a lot, but mainly of you.

It's not easy living like this. So torn between heart and mind, need and want, the wilderness and the luxury.

And they devour me with their famished eyes, seeing the parts I am made of but not the whole person. I feel the dirt being tossed at my soul while they count my worth.

My heart is a knot and I have no intention of being timid, so I run out of the room, out into the woods, lose my shoes and coat midway...

Do not try to de-tangle my hair with your claws, please.

I won't beg you for "I love yous", "forevers" and "I'll never leave you"s; I do not want lies, I take no pleasure in listening to your soft words, knowing the restlessness in you, the boredoom and nervousness tied neatly together. The fear of being mediocre. The fear of being a let down. The fear of a wrong commitment. Oh, I want none of these. I only ask of you a little "perhaps" and a "maybe", a passing thought about me, a consideration of sorts. That would be more than enough - if you'd be willing to spare me a moment of your hasty life.

My life - all that is hanging in-between

“dont mess this up”, whispers the heart

i dont want a happy ending, i want the whole damn story to be rewritten

please don’t let me feel like this any longer

i want you to hold me in your arms and kiss me, just keep kissing me and don’t let me go until i forget about everything that’s wrong and feel right again