I loved blindly  never once caring about the odds against our love
Took me for granted when you found her
Did you even ever love that I loved you
My love for you was authentic
It still is up to now
But your indecisiveness is also still there
Do you want me or her?
Don't even answer
I've made up my mind
I love you  but letting you go
Is one of the strongest decisions
I've ever made
I don't belong to you
And I   never will
Or maybe time  will tell
If I was to be yours still

I'm the warm cup of coffee
he drinks every morning,
but today he's forgotten me

I've been waiting for his
mouth to swallow me all day,
and I'm losing my warmth with
each time he forgets to drink me

After months,
his tongue longed for my sweet taste,
but now I'm cold, bitter, and sour

You Were My Death
by Paul Celan
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You were my death;
I could hold you
when everything abandoned me—
even breath.

Paul Celan (1920-1970) was a Romanian Jew who wrote poems in German. He survived the Holocaust, despite the loss of his mother and father, to become one of the major German-language poets of the post–World War II era. His parents' deaths and the horrors of the Holocaust have been called the "defining forces" in Celan's poetry.

Keywords/Tags: Paul Celan, Holocaust poems, Holocaust poetry, Shoah, German, translation, death, breath, abandoned, abandonment, hold, holding, Germany, racism, antisemitism, injustice, brutality, genocide, ethnic cleansing, World War II, world conflicts

It is brutal
to have reached for
my trembling hand
and hold it

only to dust me off
back to my grave
without a goodbye
nor a burial

It is cruel
to have made me
believe I am one
with the livings

only to make my
second death
far more ******

O, tragedy indeed

Will you help me carry my sadness
and throw it away in a deep well?

Will you visit me in a dream and help
me face my heart-wrenching dreams?

Will you wish me goodnight
before you leave me tonight?

Will you handle this foreign heart of mine,
or are you going to abandon it for another refuge?

All I ask is, will I ever be
welcome in your heart, again?

As a human you have a choice if you want to bring another human into the world. Unfortunately i was not a choice, i was a mistake. your biggest mistake. and what did you do? you got up and left. you ran away from your mistake. you couldn’t handle your own mistake. you did not think for one second that soon or later i would need you. there was time where i needed you the most but you were not there and every night i wondered what i did to disappoint you so much, the truth is i am not the disappointment, you are. you couldn’t live up to the fact that you had another version of yourself, you couldn’t love or care for your other half, i am your other half.

Maybe we were only made for God to hear gorgeous music
The angels and fishes failed to provide
But then we just got a little carried away with ourselves,
And so he deposited his gloves and dusted his hands
Happy enough with what he got