When you laugh
I laugh gladly
If you cry
I cry quite a bit
When you left me
I didn't know whether to
Laugh or cry

I’m the unfinished poem
And you’re the deadline closing in way too soon.
This is not shaping up to be anyone’s best work.

You’re the chair with a faulty seat
And I’m the *** falling through.
Is it my fault for not checking first?

I’m the ambulance sirens wailing outside on your street,
But you’re the silence I need to concentrate.
How are you going to work with this?

You’re the hands typing away
And I’m the keyboard with a missing key.
Or maybe you’re missing a finger?

What about the deadline?
How is this going to work if you’re missing a finger?
Is this what’s making me the ***?

I might be the biggest obstacle you have,
And baby you’re not one for track and field.

Bring your best revision to the table,
I don’t think you’re saving this piece.

Whether this is a creative block or not,
You’re dealing with a failure to write.

saw you online again
wish it could be plain

I tried to escape the society we live in, promise
tried to show you I like you, be honest

I could send you a message
but don‘t won‘t to seem obsessive

I‘m afraid of being rejected
it’s so sad we disconnected

these days we have to be as cold as ice
semms like we don‘t even try to be nice

you have to keep yourself busy
to stay attractive
*******. how can I be interactive?

to show that you care means you’re weak
if you do, you’re going to be antique

nowadays true feelings are overrated
or maybe they’ve even been confiscated

- gio, 03.04.2020

your eyes trace my skin
count my freckles
reel me in

my breathing is heavy
the space between us is thin
kiss me already
either way, you win

i've tried to change my mind
practice what i preach
go back in time

when you think of me at night
wrapped up in your thoughts
hunt for me, lover
tell me what you find.

his heart seemed to be made of steel
and to cracking it, was not the deal.

feelings were forbidden
so I kept mine hidden

he had a cute smile and a good taste in music
but his attitude was confusing

I wonder about the temperature of his heart
to get to feel it, must be art

I knew it couldn’t be this cold
„everyone has emotions“ I once was told

sometimes he was gentle
and it made me believe that I will find him sentimental

so I kept trying to find the key
tried to sneak into his heart and teach him how to be free

I even got to experience a glimpse of his warm heart
but then life took us apart

and the day he had lost me, he would have finally found something that set his heart on fire

- gio, 27.12.2019

maaaring pwede at maaaring hindi,
lungkot laban sa ngiti,
ikaw laban sa ako,
tayo laban sa mundo.

sa bawat sandali na nakakasama ka,
ang mga ngiti sa labi’y ‘di maipinta,
ngunit sa kabila nito’y may mga humuhusga,
mabuting itigil daw ito dahil hindi tama.

ano nga bang dapat na gawin?
sa mga alaalang ginawa natin,
mga bugso ng ating damdamin,
itutuloy pa ba o pipilitin na lamang pigilin?