poems.

three.

what do you call a star
that's not shining?
what is a dark light, a
kinda non existing thing?

I see you thinking right next to me
I can see the doubts streaming out of your head
I feel all of your struggles as if they were mine

you watch the clock quite often lately
you're turning the topics like tables in an adele song
and I'm talking to you, but non of my words come through your wall of thoughts,
your army of problems you've circled around yourself
so right now there's no chance for me to
help, to
come near, to
see clear through you

at some point I stopped understanding what's going on

so what do you call a fire acting  freezing stone cold?
what is a sun without setting, without a single rise?

I look into your eyes and ask myself how much is left of you,
ask myself if you think about what people told you
do you actually know how much of them care?

I wish you'd remember how you look in the moment when you bloom
I wish you'd be able to see what's greeting you in front of the mirror
and
more than anything else
I hope you remind yourself of how much of a fucking fighter you are and that's not important what's bad and what went entirely wrong
I dare you to clean your mind and get up again, cause I'll kick your ass if you don't

there is no star that's not shining, you shine no matter how hard it is to breathe
and you're warm, no matter how cold you feel, you're my sun, my hope, my best friend
and
I don't care what you think about yourself, cause thinking isn't the point at all
I just care what do you want to do next- what's your plan?
what's your solution, your antidote to all this mess?
if chaos is what you feel, I think you need a rearrangement,
start a movement in your head,
a big bang

this is number three,
so two poems are left

people get down sometimes,
but we will see how good you are at ending this