I don’t know if you know
I carry you
in an involuntary sigh
in a constant exodus of yearning
and in the frantic deepness of all
nostalgic thought, shaking time and distance
to place me near you
in the closeness of your warmth
remembered

I carry you in sorrow
precipitated
in the absence of your voice
and in the memory of your rib cage molded
in the shape of ardent weakness
my embrace

I carry you, the braille at the tip of my fingers
life drawn in lines on my left palm
and in the carcass of calm interrupted
by the pounding of a heart’s ill-time

I don't know if you know, but
I carry you in the crown of memories consoled
and in the spine of excess
where I fall, between involuntary sighs
defeated
in your skin remembered
from the confines
of the heart

Learn to feel pain even though it makes you sick
In life happiness is much easier to be used to
But once you learn how to appreciate the true value of pain
You will realize how much it can really help you

It takes a lot of courage to lie and be looked at as an evil being even though you are just doing it for the safety of others

You were the book in the past which I swore to write a sequel with
A wedding, a house, a kid, a garden filled with roses and tulips
But then I realized I deserve a new page to write my own story
I close the book and re-read it once again

*

"Just one more," I said with my heart
The last part of me who don't want to let go
But I know I need to walk forward
With one final petal, with one final blow