But my sweetheart, my dear Johanna, my life is short and I want to return to nature. My soul hates my body but does not have wings to fly, I know that it will leave me alone one day.
I only have you on this planet, but what about you? You rejected me. You called me weak and turned your back on me. You may not know, but this move from your side was more frightening than death for me. I don't know, did I disappoint your hope? Did I make you suffer? I said, I don't know!
In the days when your smile was on my face, I was thankful for it every day and drunken for your attention. Your happiness was my happiness and your sadness was my sadness. Alas, I did not deserve you, if one day someone wanted to fulfill a wish of mine; I would definitely demand you from him. Our God does not answer me, God does not want me either; As you don't want.
In the past, I had a pure heart and soul, but now I offer it to you. Although it still beats in my chest, it is now a hollow muscle with arteries that have nothing flowing in them because I have given you my all.
Take care of my heart, take care of yourself. You will never see me again, because now; I will take the last breaths of my life. I dare to say that when I was with you, it was and always will be the best days of my life.
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The Fig Tree
PoesíaA series of a teenager's mental secretions, living through the distorting lenses of a bell jar. Just random holy yap. (جدی نگیرید ولی... روانیم.) Started in: July 12, 2024 Finished in: probably never
