Ok so you
think I´m weird.
Weird
because I sing on the street.
Because
some days I dance with my eyes shut and I unbutton my shirts.
Weird,
because I can kiss your neck without asking your name.
Weird in
what sense?
Ok, so you
say, I am strange.
Because I
can have a terrible dream about you being killed and text you in the morning to
see if you are well. Even if we haven´t talked in ages. I do hope you are well.
You
consider strange the fact that I would rather spend my days with you than waiting
for a cryptic message that I will not get.
Strange
because I can say yes. Over and over again.
You think I
may be a bit odd.
The biggest
issue being my lack of contradictions. My being straight forward and maybe too
confident. Yes. Too confident - that´s what you say.
Maybe I do
know what I want. But maybe I only want that today.
Maybe
tomorrow I will be a whole different weirdness.
You will
not be here to build up a big new prejudice about that. Brick over brick over
brick of being judgemental and not even trying to get the tinniest chance and
try what´s next.
You´ll miss
the bright in my eyes, the taste of my face and the smell of my hair. You´ll
miss all the breakfasts I would have made. You´ll miss my dreams. You will not
taste my lips.You will miss it all.
Just
because.
You say all
that. But there´s another side of things.
There always is.
Maybe you
are the weird one. Your escapes are strange. Your decisions odd. Your prejudice is wrong and the the colour of your eyes, fake.
Maybe you
should get a weirdness test. Check your insurance policy and find out how different
you can be and still get covered. See
how many grams of strangeness you can eat with your five a day without gaining
any extra weight.
Or.
You can
just…
