"They are my memories."

Sie lag auf dem Boden. Ganz allein und verloren in ihren Gedanken. Es war ihre egal, ob der Boden kalt war. Es störte sie nicht. Der Wasserhahn lief noch. Sie hat es wohl schon wieder nicht fest genug zu gedreht. Drip Drop. Es störte sie nicht. Ein lautes Geräusch zeriss die Luft. Ihre Mom war wohl wieder fleißig. Es musste dringend geputzt werden! Der Staubsauger fegte durch die Wohnung und hinterlies schreiende Staubpartikel. Es störte sie nicht. Ihre Gedanken flossen aus ihrem Kopf. Raus in die Realität. Verfingen sich am Holz des Bodens. Verhedderten sich an den Fäden der Luft. Verschmolzen mit der unsichtbaren Atmosphäre. 

But you were an outragious something that no one should touch or else they would burn in flames - flames of shame.

But i wanted it so badly. I wanted to love you so badly. It was like a curse that nobody could resist your charm. It drew me back and forth, tossed me in heaven and hell, made a fool out of me, but i couldn't care less. It didn't bother me.

That being said - you smiled at me - seemingly satisfied and totally unconvinced - you wanted to crush me. Like the evil you are. Like the most innocent angel in the darkness. And always smiling with this fake smile of yours. And your beautiful attitude.

I tried to convey my feelings. To build a new heart out of this mess. To create a bond between yours and mine. To connect them, discover them, polish them

again and again, restlessly and continiously, wanting and keeping the distance from you

- but in the end - I lost it.

Where did it start to crumble ? Am I at fault? Or did you lost your beliefs ?

The future that we wanted became a memory, your scent of tomorrow lasts in the past, my strictly disordered mind stays today.

And what left is a bittersweet farewell whispered through the wind.

We wanted to try something new. Not only the me who was totally bored and out of the blue the outgoing type - but also the you who wished for an unexpected outcoming, a positive change or a better lifestory. It wasn't planned. Of course not. You cannot plan something so natural and more beautiful like this.

The feelings we created for each other were astonishing. The explosion couldn't be prevented. It all went in a flow. A spontaneous circle. On and on. And we couldn't stop it - even though we didn't want to - in our hearts. But the mind of the you who was a strictly believer and the sense of me who didn't want to believe it - they fought - they cried - they bleed.

Well , well. I should be aware of your own shadiness, but - hell - you had to be thinking that you might be slight smarter than me. Should I laugh now? Should I spit on your face? No, I won't do neither one of this. I'm not upset, you know ? I'm also not angry. I don't get it myself because I was so crazy about you, but when did this feeling stop ? I didn't got a chance yet to catch it myself and you see, I can hurt you now. It's so easy! It's so refreshing because you think that you don't deserve this and - yeah it's true! You don't deserve this... But I don't care. It's your fault, it's your fault that I don't care anymore. I am so ugly and so are you. We are humanity's last living sins, so it's okay to be ourself. Your ugliness was shown behind your beautiful face, my self got carried away and somehow, I loved your second face a lot more and more and more and more until i wanted to hurt you. Yeah, it's not my fault that your ugly personality is such a nuisance , a wet dream of mine.

He was black and she was white. In order to fit in society's standards he was the bad guy and she the good girl. They were the opposite of each other, surely their natural enemys and obviously connected by hate. He was evil and she was pure, he's the definition of darkness and she brought the shining light, so different and so difficult but even so they couldn't exist without each other. Without him there is no her, without her there is no him and yet they have to despise each other. Isn't there a connection between them ? One of another kind ? He felt it and she also can't describe it but there was something special. If he could, he would like to touch her, if she could, she would like to get in touch. The attraction was honestly strong and if so, they would need an other definition of their kinds to forget their hatred. If she was the white and he was the black , then it would be a white without any color and a black combining all colors.