Thursday, 1 December 2022

 My heart skips a beat when I see you. I think you are killing me slowly just by looking at me.

Monday, 28 November 2022

I am so yours

And you are so mine

That sometimes

When I pass by a mirror

I smile 

Because I'm looking at you

Friday, 25 November 2022

Do you understand how I truly feel?

It's like I'm broken here on my chest where a crater lies, because we're not in each other's arms. If only you could feel the true deep connection that is in every cell of me. But we didn't even believe in destiny. 

And though I was yours probably since other lives and you failed me in every time, there is no one else with whom we can ever feel the same way. 
It didn't matter how I made you dislike me, how our rivalry will always happen, because our damned souls wander together in the stars and resonate in every atom in the universe. No one else. But I think you won't know it or feel it, probably never and just keep seeing the whole mundane aspect of it, seeing it as an ill kind of love, because I made it similar to the others that you knew and couldn't take care of. 
This time it wasn't self-sabotage, I didn't even think of myself, I guess that's true love indeed. 

Tuesday, 22 November 2022

 Without your forgiveness

I'm just a lost pearl

With no oyster


Thursday, 17 November 2022

 I still feel you talking to me. Why is it so hard for you to be my friend again? 

Wednesday, 16 November 2022

I've fallen in love

 I've fallen in love just now
with a man who plays the piano
the sax and the Spanish guitar
for hours
and reads to me
cooks his spaghetti with magic
and doesn't like football
prefers to watch the Tour de France
and is absolutely crazy in love
with the whole of me

I used to have a beautiful love
But I lost it
Because everything fades away
by the hands of difficulty

He'll never know

 He despises me, doesn't care about me, and it's all mainly because of everything I did. If he only knew that all of the best was precisely given to him by what I did. 

Thursday, 10 November 2022

 Were you her little boy that whole time you were with me? Why did you tell me I was the woman of your life while being with another person in bed? Is it all I'm worth for? Two times now, two people, the ones I loved the most all those years, basically told and did the same. Am I to blame? Yet a third one I never believed that could love me like I am, old and grey, dying, and so it is. 

All that is left is for me to die of this Addison Disease, unloved.

Sunday, 6 November 2022