DANIELA
no one knew my friend was no longer
mine. so when they call her name, i become
an awkward liar.
i dream of her, again and again
she's a ghost that cursed my name.
i loved her, deeply. or that's what i recall. if not
why do i think of her that much?
she was something. maybe a decision, a little laugh,
definitely a good memory.
but what we are know is the solidarity of enemies
of broken relationships than ends in strangers' roads.
we're less than that. i didn't even say goodbye.
i left. gone from her warm arms. i don't know why.
she was sweet. but she was not enough, she was
as fake flowers in my garden.
i am sorry. now i'm cursed
by the friendship we invoke between us.
i dream of you all the time!
i think you never say something
you're just there. near me or someone else's
it brokes my heart when i wake up. cause all i have today
is the sin, the withered status quo.
you must hate me
what do you think of me? please tell me,
but don't find me. i hope we never see again.
i couldn't bare the shame.
i didn't love you as a friend anymore. you looked for me, but i fled
i carry your name as Sisyphus carries his rock.
i am the truly fake flower
i will never forget you even if i wanted to.
i hope someday you do.
