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I have forgotten what my mind was like
before I met you.
You are the first thought—
and the last.
Who was I before?
Did I write?
Did I laugh?
Maybe.
Maybe my life was simpler—
a quiet loop,
a routine with a predictable rhythm.
Maybe I woke up sad.
I can’t remember anymore.
I looked for her—
the girl I was—
in the books I swore I loved more than you.
In the moon,
but it never looks the same now.
Not since you.
Your words haunt me.
They live in the corners of things.
They ruin songs.
They ruin sleep.
But it’s okay.
I let them.
I look for you in other bodies.
I tell the same jokes.
Nobody laughs the way you did.
I get new answers I didn’t ask for.
It’s silly.
Stupid.
Obsessive, even.
I spent more time missing you
than holding you.

Life,
creatures of mud,
singing and dancing,
atop of a sunflower.
It's gracious, or crude.
Crude it is.

What have we seen?
Only the gracious?
What have we done to the crudes?
Endust them?

Have you seen a dust in the air?
It's our real value,
a small yet to be *****,
against this dusty place.

We are all dust!
Then what?
See the smallest dust particle!
Value him, could you?

We, have truly...
Truly have dusted the lowly and crudely.
We, have been too macroistic (only loving the big ones).

What could have we write,
in little ones?
Wonder to be him,
we learn to caress the kneels.
Oh, what an amendment!

Written in nobody.
Yet to be loved! Be loved!
For the kneeling ones!
Honor the peasants!
See high against them!
Oh, what an amendment,
written by our vague quills.

For us?
Love the leaf,
the branches,
and the plain wood.
Love them.
The same as you do.
Do what?
Love. Love what?
The golds,
the rubies,
and the silvers.

Spools on the coat
A stray hair like spun gold
On the sun
Worn-out makeup
Fresh cinnamon bun
And a coffee cup
On the run

You’re stuck in my throat
I’d travel abroad
Not to see your face
But you course through my veins
And a picture of you
Is supplied to my brain

Any time I seem to forget
You persist
Like a poisonous thorn
In every breath
That I try to release
You’re always reborn

In my messy hair
In my puffy face
In my bitten nails
In the coffee stain
In my scattered day -
In every grain of it
You remain

In the morning fog
In the evening haze
In the cluttered desk
And the endless maze
Of my daily tasks
And the city’s pace

You live

I want her, I want her so bad
without her, my life’s like
sugar without the sweet, a flower with no colours

I want to be the nectar inside the flower-her

but I’m just morning dew-worthless
Why, why 
didn’t I love her enough?
in my poems- her; in my thoughts-her
she wrote and even thought but just not about me

even when she wore those diamonds 

only her face shined

asked her what she applied to her face

she replied: nothing 

when she chose that ******* over me 

I was furious

but
why did I love her?
was it not to see her smile?

was it not to see her enjoy?
She is happier than ever-without me
in her happiness my world finds peace
that is enough.