Looking back,
you were quite cruel
and it took some time,
and even more courage
but now I’d say that you were wrong
I can live, die, breathe and taste
colorsin a spectacular fashion
and I needn’t your permission
nor that of another

On the road to joy,
you were rocks and traps,
I roughed up my feet,
I stumbled rather often but
whilst you sat back,
with a delicious satisfied smile
sleeping on the edges of your lips
I stood up, always, once more than I fell

All that silent struggle,
All that rage against gravity,
brought me closer and closer to the sky
and in the end, I stood tall enough to
see that your petty games made you small
but not me
and now I almost forget the frustration
almost forget what twisted love tastes like
In the end, “goodbye” was the sweetest word
to exit my mouth and then to grace your ears