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548 · Jan 2019
My Dearest Fears
I’m afraid of loving you
My blue eyed boy
I’m afraid of losing you
of you thinking you’re my toy

I’m afraid of wanting you
I already want too much
From you, from myself,
From everyone

Is your understanding for me gone?
Do you hate me? I don’t know.
Is my love for you a theorem or
an axiom of my being?
After all…

I’m afraid of knowing
the answer to my questions,
I’m afraid of losing you
to that I have no answer.

The ending of this poem’s near,
yet I have no conclusion
Is this really love,
or my premature illusion?
512 · Jan 2019
Nevermind
I love you.

But nevermind.
Like nobody I ever loved before.
Stronger than I ever loved.
But nevermind.

You deserve my love.
Every lovegram of it,
You deserve.
Everything.
And anything that I can give.
And everything that I could give.
If I only knew that on time…
If you could only keep that on your mind…

It would be too much
Love and understanding
For you to (under)stand.
And I wouldn’t have no love left for nobody else.

I’ll learn to love the others
By loving you from far.
Like I always somehow did.
I always had you in my dreams.

Before I knew you.
I had you.
Before I knew you.
I had you.
But I can’t have you now.
Nevermind.

I’ll just shape another one
Towards you.
I’ll enjoy it.
And you.
Again.
Don’t ask me how.
Never mind.
386 · Sep 2019
Let the Lady Sing her Blues
Let the lady sing her blues
Don't bother why
Just let her cry
to the sound of (the sweetest) goodbye

Let the lady sing her blues
Don't tell her to smile
Don't tell her "Don't cry"
Let her sing for a while

Enjoy while it lasts
The blues of a lady
That once screamed
Please save me
and got away

Enjoy these sweet minutes
For hours and days
Minutes in nights
and thoughts of goodbyes

Let the lady sing her blues
Don't bother why
Just let her cry to the sound of sweet goodbye
233 · Jan 2019
My Deepest Fears
I’ve got a PHD in losing
I lost everything, everyone
at least once before

I lost every game I played
I lost every battle that there was
I even lost myself during that funny process of mine

And I don’t mind it
I am comfortable in loses
I am functional with bruises

But when bruises start to fade
I need to start again
I need to lose again
Or I’ll start fading as well

Am I an addict of my pain
Am I a madman with no trade
mark on my casket in a train
with a one way ticket to eternal gain

— The End —