I said that I didn't wanna lose you.
But that wasn't true.
I just didn't wanna lose your love.
Which I had done already.
Moons and moons ago, before I shattered my own heart.
Ate my mistakes, had my karma.
I stabbed you in the back and twisted the dagger.
When already, you were being stabbed from all sides.
So, I guess, you had to strike back.
Throwing your scythe with deadly accuracy.
Hitting the roots of my heart, chopping it clean out of the Earth of my already sliced up chest.
But, I guess you're happy now.
So isn't that fine?
Shouldn't that be fine?
Well, it doesn't feel fine.
In my heart, there is a restless, burning tiger.
Burning and yearning to get out.
To be free, hand in hand with innocence, again, I guess.
But, for now, you're happy, or seemingly so.
I guess I'll never really know, but for now, that's fine.
I've eaten my karma, and that's fine too.
I guess.
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Eilerasciai Su Jausmais
PoetryThe name of this book is loosely based on the Lithuanian meaning for "poems with feelings." And indeed, they do feel. They feel the rawness of every possible emotion ever felt. They are heartfelt poems, written from the nonsensical thinkings of the...
