XXLove letters

 

When God Was Somewhere Near,

 

 

My patience says ‘Go and open!

 Otherwise it won’t stop’,

My self-preservation instinct is a talking misery creature,

It’s older than my years,

It has wisdom deposits,

It’s smart only in retrospect,

 ‘Don’t let the worm of conscience bore holes in your will,

He will tame you,

You will become accustomed to calling,

To asking his questions,

To listening to his answers,

To liking his cooking,

To loving his love,

To sleeping with him here and there,

Now and then,

Soon you’ll start feeling guilty,

You rent his heart without paying your rent,

You squander his life,

You are ruthless,

You are a terrible person,

You will be punished,

You use his love,

He loves you like insane,

It will end like a horror story,

It never started out like a beautiful fairy tale,

 

One lonely night you’ll feel undesired,

Without calling him first you will come by,

You’ll do everything without,

You will believe in being a magician,

Simply you love the moment his eyes and the hallway light up with joy,

When you decide to stay,

Should I remind you the end?

His embrace will suffocate you,

Requests will become demands,

Often he will be grumpy,

 Happiness will disappear,

Your personal space will shrink,

Like a pair of jeans in a washing machine,

You both will get stuck,

Don’t let the worm of conscience bore holes in your soul,

After you kill him, you won’t be alone,

Take   off and dry your tears,

Dust all memories stalking your head,

Unbury one photo , one letter, one harbor,

Sharp splinters of happy times,

Listen out for the unsaid,

They say ‘Only he could make you happy,

You couldn’t take your eyes off him,

He didn’t killed you right on the spot,

After he had understood all the omens,

He came by and stayed without,

He killed you much later,

He took something he didn’t need,

It’s how he killed you once,

We are alive,

You are dead’.