Skin and Bone

Don't feel healthy and strong enough to see you.
My skin is pale. My arms are skin and bone.
You might not come around just for a view.
Please just let me here in the dark with myself alone.

Stop calling,
Stop knocking at my door
And to shout.
Stop caring.
I am fine, after you left for sure!
You should stop your anxiety and doubt!
Just want to meet myself from the very pure.

Go home and care your homeless cat!
I don't cry for you - neither I would break down.
What we had was nothing to feel big regret.
I am just exhausted,
because I didn't learn something new in that town.

I came here to learn,
what I didn't learn before.
Came here to fill my life
with all I ever missed.
Need still to relearn so many things more,
until I am strong enough to get kissed.

Listen through my door:
I am so angry!
I am not on you.
It's about the things,
I didn't learn.
There seems to be a big, big lie about Shangri-La?
It's always the same -
I get to read a big yellow sign:
Turn!

I am tired of to realize,
That I'm not able
to get to hear: you are so pretty and lovely, girl!
Mutual love seems to me like a lied fairy-tale or a bad fable,
the truths of sciences I would either hurl.

Lean at my backdoor:
Are you still there?
I feel stronger again,
Stand straight in my room.
Will quickly get something better to wear,
Maybe I’ll take on that little purple bloom?

Want to invite you for a dinner.
I cook.
Want you to join me as a friend,
who's able to love.
It's not about,
What I wear or how I look.
Just let us take the badly played masquerade off.

Do you join my invitation
For a feast tonight?
Would you be a teacher,
I may ask and observe?
Would you stay after that,
Read, what I write?
Need to learn,
That it is normal to deserve.