I read this now, with a painstaking smile wrapped around my lips.
I claimed to love one, when I was bound to the other.
I ran away from this love and I’ve watched it flame up in the vengeance of my ego.
I understood that we wouldn’t and this wouldn’t work and I wondered how important I was to him.
I dance to the keys of my ivories as I transpired the writer’s vibe.
Maybe, I will find love in a lonesome forgotten bar of Russia, and he will be there.
Counting his last breath as I walk in,
Breathing air into him, his heart will pump and we will start living.
The vodka flirted with your throat and I knew that a lost elixir was haunting you down,
It was never the orthodox life for me, but I wonder for how long I can lie.
So then, I stopped living the lie and tried to live the truth.
But it was hard.
And I was scared.
So I wondered.
Wondered in the brazen lights of your love and I wanted to scream but I was in trance.
The weed smothered on my lips, and trust me, I thought I wouldn’t survive.
But you told me, that I will.
So I tried and you said “I’ll be fine”.
So today, when I leave you in this Maya, stay blessed, for I promise to return.
In flesh and wounds.
In soiled color.
And, with a caressed soul.