Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.
Dear Lover...you have hands like hands, and feet like feet, and all of you is beautiful.
You cannot deny the struggle; the struggle denies you.
Pina colada kisses and cocaine nips
never lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.
Being alone is better than being your whore.
my heart when I
stared at you
beat irregularly
and jagged
You will be my souvenir in American summer,
when all I can think about are Parisian springs.
Dear Lover...
you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.
I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.
...but beautiful mosaics are made of broken pieces.
You love me
and love me not
your love is an arm of clock
joining hands with mine
only to leave me again
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