If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.

Τετάρτη, 15 Οκτωβρίου 2014

Δεν Είναι Τίποτα

It's not me.

This, is not me.

You seem to be doing just fine and I feel...what do I feel? As if you deprived me of some kind of happiness.

Hence the bitterness.

And yet, if anything were to happen to you, I'd probably die. The thought alone upsets me and brings tears to my eyes.

And yet, I have a devil in me and I don't know how to get rid of it.

I can't even hear your name without feeling as if the life has been blown out of me,

I'm trying.

But sometimes, I don't feel strong or capable anymore.

1 σχόλιο:

  1. Κάτι σαν "γιατί απο εδώ έτσι και απο εκεί αλλιώς;"
    Φαύλος κύκλος το bitterness, στοιβάζει. Αρέσκει μου πόσο εύκολο είναι να πεις το "gather yourself"...