Poetry

















Seeing you again
Stripped away
Ev’ry last layer of my skin

Sharp and raw
The pain tore through
The ruins of
A shattered heart

Just to keep standing there
Clearly was
The most difficult of arts
Just to stand there
And breathe
Not drown
In my own tears

Memories of brighter days
Swept through me
Of days
When I could still
Knock at your door
Fall into your arms
And revel in your warmth

It almost felt like
You really wanted me there then
But of course, that’s not true

It’s only ever been me
Who kept choosing you
For as we all know
The Moirai often are cruel





Der Geruch der Felder
Nach Sonnenuntergang.
Der Geschmack von Erdbeeren
Auf deiner Zunge.
Der Himmel so blau,
Dass man hineinfallen möchte.

Sommer.


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