We messed it all up...
We are from different world. We found each other in a mess. Sometimes we don’t say a word. But understand each other like no one else. You have seen dark parts of my mind. But still choose to stay. You have seen my body from behind, in some dirty ways. I must confess that I am jealous, Every time when I see you with her. Seems like you are happy, That’s why I think, I should have left. I have no rights to be selfish, And expect answers from you. It breaks my heart into pieces, But do what you want to do. I know more than you think, But you are still mysterious. I want to know what is in your head, Is not that too obvious? I often think that I am unforgiven, And there is no survival for me. I want to drown in a pure river, And appear in a hell after this. I’m sure you can’t imagine How many times I’ve cried. Reasons are many, including you. Yes, we messed it all up too many times …
2018-02-13 09:42:45
9
0
Схожі вірші
Всі
I Saw a Dream
I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
102
15
16974
Приходи (RU-UA)
Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
42
3
2552