The poems of pain

For the first time

When we met for the first time  , I felt that my life would change..
That I will become attached to you and that I will have days when I will suffer a lot and days when I will be happy...
I don't know why or how it is possible for you to have such a big impact on me... But one thing I know for sure: I started to love you!
In a way, very nice.
When we argue, the world becomes dull, without a bit of color, I see only the suffering... mine, yours and others... The indifference and malice in the heart of every human being...
Your words become knives, they pierce my heart. I'm breaking down every second, slowly dying by sunset...
Stabbed by words, stabbed by indifference and contempt...
But when we are together...I feel everything alive. Shades of gray become real colors from another world, suffering becomes happiness and indifference becomes something else entirely...
Butterflies, flowers and birds... In harmony with the whole universe...
I am sorry! I miss you, but surely we will meet again, in another life or in another world...