Who the hunter, who the prey?

Here the distance multiplies like fungus
There the distance cries the next milestone
Where are you headed?
Do you even care?

The rucksack is ready
The motel is booked
Who's giving the count?
Do you even care?

His mind stays awake
So conscious he can't sleep, he can't sleep
You thieved his patience!
Do you even care?

Did the other bring around his car?
Does he have enough supplies to last?
The one you left everything for,
Does he even care?

Black ringed eyes
Let out black ringed sighs
That's all they care for you.

Out of sight, out of mind?

Remember, when leaning over to kiss you
was the most natural thing one could do?
But now there's all this distance
and we've forgotten how to kiss
how to feel
how to love
make excuses
that only we understood
its been months
and sometimes I can't remember your name
or the face
or the lips
I look at our photograph
and I retry to forget
who cares.
The stars today,
they don't shine for us.

Wish it were the alcohol talking

Floating around in red and black,
a little high on cognac,
I would have written a poem for each day
if you were a girl.
But it doesn't take away from your grace;
a thousand poems cannot do justice
not even just to the gleam in your eyes
from that arrogant smirk on your face.