We were like the chain links,
inseparable.
We thought the world beyond,
didn't exist.
I put my heart into it.
What did I get back?
Sh*t.
The days and nights
are the same darkness,
that I see crying over wine at midnight or midday?
I'm stuck in my own head,
in the haunted memory of our friendship.
Every day with you, every outing, trying new things,
and our anti-Valentine's Day party.
Do you remember that?
Funny how you show,
how happy now you are with your other half!
The days and the nights
are the same darkness,
that I see crying over wine at midnight or midday?
I'm stuck in my own head,
in the haunted memory of our friendship.
Playing axe throwing,
but you didn't miss.
Left me with wound and regrets.
I turn into a shell
to close and hide my soul.
Because I opened again and was hurt again.
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Section of Dead Times and Poets
PoetryThis small volume contains a collection of my life's wisdom, dilemmas, downfalls. All of this is related to the burden of youth, complicated human relationships, both friendship and love. In all this chaos there is some hope and solace. For more ope...
