little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

It's my fault i guess, get attached too easily maybe.
I shouldn't i know, but it's not like i can control it.

When i saw you, i knew you were special and i hoped that you were the one. But that's *******, life isn't a fairytale and prince don't exist.

Maybe i was blind because of perfect lined face.
That was new for me, you seemed interest and i was flatted.

But still.
At the end of the day, you don't care and i'm hurt.

If we see each others again in 5 years, iwould, doubtless, have the courage to tell you how much you hurt me.
Unintentionally certainly, but still.

I would have the courage to tell you how much i wanted you. All my body and my soul desired you. Only your presence would have been able to solve all my problems.

And if we see each others again in 5 years, I hope that you will regret.
Probably not, but still.

I hope that you will regret your attitude as much as I regret my attachement to you. My mind will be emptied of any image and thought of you.

By leaving my life, you will have quite solved my problems.

I want to fall in love with your words,
your smile,
your hand above mine.

I want to remember your eyes,
your body,
your favorite perfume.

I want to feel your breath in my neck,
my hand in your brown hair,
my lips on your cheek.

I want to know your fears,
you dreams,
your past,
talk about your futur.

I want to be your friend,
your lover,
the person you call in the middle of the night,
i want to be yours.

I'm not in love with you, because love isn't suppose to be this way.
I'm attracted by you, your angel's face and your greek god body.

I'm fascinated by your state of mind, and your way of looking at me.
I want to step in your head to understand everythings that makes that you are you. I want to spend whole nights speaking about the world and our existence with you.

But I am not in love with you.