Reciprocation

 I'm not playing with your heart.

I'm loving you the way you love me. 

Memory

 I have this fear of losing my senses, a fear of losing my mind.

I have a fear I'll forget your voice, that I'll forget the feel of your skin, I have a fear I'll forget the details of our conversations. 

Because it may happen that I lose my hearing or my sight and it could be that I start to forget my surroundings... But I hope that I never lose that part of my mind, where I have you stored. Please don't leave from there. It's all I have left of you. 

Bare

 Bare minimum.

What's good enough? 

How much am I allowed? 

How much are you free?

Bare minimum. 

Scraps. A word here and there.

Hardly anything.

You're not fair. 

Forever

 I write about them all the time.

 I wish they'd write about me. 

To live forever in words.

Through the eyes of a poet and his poetry. 

Talk

 What do I do when I need to talk to someone, anyone ...

But there's nobody around? 

How many times can I write in my journal, pretending that it's all ok, and I'm writing it all down? 

Because sometimes you need a human, a person, a real living person to listen to you, and talk to you. 

Souls

 Because being in love never gets old. Two souls in love never get old. 

Pressed.

 Pressed. 

At that moment.

Kept for a lifetime.

A moment.

That is now a memory.