poems.

my bottle.

I don't feel like dancing,
don't need a celebration
I rather feel like
open the window
and watch the falling rain

I don't feel like
netflix 'n chill
don't want to
make a potd
let's have a break
from this stuff
let's stop this shit

is it too much to ask
for your favourite cup of tea
or
why do you wear this necklace
all day 'n all night?
don't you want to talk about
why I have those quotes
pinned on my wall?
talk about things
snapchat didn't told you?

facebook said
the next party is coming around
all of my friends are interested
but I don't feel like celebration
I don't care
who the fuck is interested

did you know
that I collect every memory
that fascinated me
on a piece of paper?
I collect them in a bottle
to read them at the end of the year
I just want to know
why do you always
higher your voice
when you hear a compliment
for example

but someone is live on insta now
anyone retweeted anything on twitter
what's app may have new messages
and
of course you get my wlan password

cliché

but if you'd once
take a breath,
maybe you could stop it
for a minute
and recognize
how I look at you

you could sing this song again
I only want to hear from you
you could come 'n cuddle
cause that's what I feel like actually
I don't want to party, don't want to dance
except it's dancing with you
covered with a blanket

not in a disco and
without a live stream
rather with an open window
listening to the rain falling

maybe we could do this tonight
so tomorrow
we will have a new piece of paper
in my bottle and
that is
what I want to post