I am not even sad
or trembling
My heart aches
for no one
but me
The loss of myself
in the eyes
I love most
and hate at
the same time:
my own
My heart does not break
or tremble
anymore
I don’t even recall
how it felt
before
I lost
in the eyes
I hate the most
and love at
the same time:
my own
The sea does not rise
nor does it fall
Such intimate human
ideas
to grant to salt water
Once poured
from the eyes
I love most
and hate at
the same time:
my own.
The crest breaks
and trembles
under the damp twilight
Too late for good morning
and too early for goodnight
So I look in the eyes
I hate the most
and love at
the same time:
my own.