Incest.Another Love One Hundred Thirty Five.

Incest.

 

 

                                                         

Another Love One Hundred Thirty Five.

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “They won’t commit all fancy lines to memory. It’s heartless. They’re not a trio of exotic birds. They’re not a trio of fast learning parrots. They learn to be committed to themselves. They learn to be committed to each other writing the monologues of their hearts”. “Looking at you I hear the ‘commitment’, I can’t control my smile. It’s the commitment to adultery, you’re talking”. “I am committed to a legal sin. I’m not the one who’s married”. “I will be accurate. You fall SO easily in love”.

 

 

 

“Blindfolded people die,

 

After they fall in love,

 

It is the aftermath of shooting,

 

He had the weirdest variety of hearts,

 

When it’s not loved,

 

It broke and it cried,

 

When it was loved,

 

 

It’s always kicking,

 

I wore my heart right on my sleeve,

 

I ratted on it to the world,

 

Pain was a bad adviser,

 

I bit off more than I could chew,

 

I chocked and I gorged,

 

I’d never been a miser,

 

Imagine his heart was a safe,

 

You have to wait,

 

Before it opens,

 

I knew the combination to his heart,

 

I ran out of clicking patience,

 

Another love drowned with him,

 

The Gulf Stream passed,

 

It disappeared,

 

Now it was me versus him,

 

Now it was me versus ‘why’,

 

The answer was the same,

 

‘Some hearts are simply weird’,

 

I learnt to live without him,

 

Because it was Julie,

 

It snowed,

 

He left to get some strawberry ice scream,

 

One night he left and what,

 

I had been drowning,

 

Now I knew it’s safe to swim,

 

Because I touched the ocean bottom,

 

He was my swimming teacher,

 

The best one I had ever had,

 

I learned from him to cross the ocean,

 

Using one single breath,

 

At both wavy ends,

 

Without further time delay,

 

For an unknown destination,

 

I set off for the end of rain,

 

I followed the song of sirens,

 

Before they ran out of patience,

 

Without any strain and rush,

 

We made a silent pact,

 

It would be an assignment,

 

We’d stay together,

 

On the grounds of not loving,

 

Treating each other right”.