While waiting for your return, I struggle to contain myself,
To hold myself back
from taking this old friend out.
Hidden in my wardrobe,
and whispering to me every night,
"today was a bad day
you must cut yourself.
Let me help you forget,
all the damages they cause you. "
While waiting for your return, I struggle to contain myself,
To hold myself back
from bursting into tears
By keeping this weapon.
This weapon so threatening
And disconcerting.
Who is anchored deep in me,
And as soon as I think of you
Remind me that you are no longer there.
While waiting for your return, I struggle to contain myself,
To hold myself back
from Counting the passing days.
From calculating those hours that tire.
From remembering of our time together
Which was very short
Because as soon as you've had enough,
You've let me down badly.
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ᴡʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ( FR/EN )
Poetry" C'est une folie de ne plus croire en l'amour juste parce que l'un d'entre eux a été infidèle (...) il y a toujours une autre occasion, un autre ami, un autre amour, une force nouvelle. Pour chaque fin il y a toujours un nouveau départ. " Antoine d...
