what if

one day

he and i

break up

and live lifes apart from eachother




what if then i meet you again

what if i love you again

and you love me

what if this comes true


one day

i know i would look at you

and i wouldnt love you anymore

one day you would just be a friend

just like you were before

the magic will be gone

just when you open your eyes after blindly listening to a philip glass piece

when you see the real colours of life again

which arent always as beautiful as the colours you imagin to the sweet sounds in your head

what if i realise then

that i should never have left him

knowing i couldnt love you




one day

this might happen

or not


until then or forever

i'm sitting in my room

watching the quivering branches of the ivy through the dirty window

thinking about that it wouldnt work out to leave him and be with you

loving him

and loving you

but knowing

that the possibility to love him forever
is slightly bigger than the one of loving you forever

therefore i must not love you

and it is okay to cry


isnt it weird

that my sacrifice for keeping love alive


is love itself





and like this

when i never get the chance to try to give my love to you

i will stay with him lovingly

and love you


always