XXLove letters

 

When I’m a prisoner of my words,

 

 

It’s 3 a.m.,

Again I mess up with my feelings,

I write a diary,

I promise again to burn every page,

I don’t keep my promise,

Cremation has been postponed,

Because not everyone is dead,

 

The diary is pardoned,

By my better half that I hate,

Words are like arrows,

Every arrow must find its target,

They are not for strangers’ ears,

A launching pad is heart strings,

The target is strangers’ hearts,

 

When words are many,

They lie in a heap like laundry,

They get devalued, irrelevant, stale,

People don’t understand us,

We don’t understand why,

We hear ‘I love you’,

 Side by side with ‘I love Cotes du Rhone Rouge’,

 ‘You know I love eating oysters’,

Or something erratic,

It’s on your lips,

 

My words have a color,

It’s velvet,

My words have a size,

It’s fall,

I take care of it,

My fall is slow,

My words have depth,

It’s winter glow,

There beautiful dreams end,

 

Beautiful days will dawn in snow,

You are near me talking nights,

After one year of numbness,

I’ve been staring at the ceiling,

I don’t dare to turn my gaze,

It’s panic,

I feel as if an electric current ran through my body and mind,

 

After one year of absence,

I feel alive again,

You touch my hair,

Time knows you are a beautiful liar,

‘He will be gone forever’,

You give me a promise,

‘I won’t be gone for long’,

 

Now I have antibodies,

Now I can face the truth,

You won’t understand ever,

I will never tell you,

You don’t need to know,

What you have done,

I’m happy that you exist.