I offered
myself as a present,
the best thing I could give to you,
the only thing I could think about.
But I pressed my lips against your
mouth too hard,
and you swallowed up my life so fast
that I was dead
the morning after.
And now I am asking
why did I speak so much?
why did I give myself,
away,
deceiving myself
telling you all the truth?
All, and, the truth of it,
not being myself at all.
In all my words
trying to be all
(for you)
For you were all that mattered
that night
But it was not as hard, then,
as it is now.
(let's face it, I'm still just a
stupid child)
and you knew that
as you always seem to know it all.
Now, I am speechless
for there is nothing I could say.
I am left senseless,
for there is nothing left to my
senses.
I am sleepless
in the midst of a load of dead bodies,
of dead carcasses of stories,
of words long passed away
after resting for a second in your
heart,
and getting frozen to the bare bone,
before they ever knew
they were buried deep in ice.
1 comment:
hm, powerful stuff.
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