i know many things that aren’t useful
an example? i know so many different ways of making people get away from me
i know about twenty ways of crying in solitude
weeeping, sobbing, screaming, tearing the soul apart
and my bed
i know about a hundred ways of living without you.
it was true love
i tell myself that all love is true
i know of a hundred ways to kiss your eyes
of a thousand to touch your skin
that i never got to try
a hundred and one ways to hold on to your arms forever
and a hundred and ten to hold myself not to feel your absence
i know about a multitude of words that could have sounded so sweetly in your ears
words like love, compassion, forgiveness and fear
but I can think of a millon ways not to forget you
everytime I am naked I see you
we discovered my body together
when i see the dawn every day i only see a shadow of the most beautiful
dawn that ever existed
the one i once gave to you
wrapped between my legs and my arms
was yours alone
everytime i am empty
i remember you
no one to hold in my embrace
when i hear the birds singing i hear the sweet songs i never sang to you
and whenever i see people kissing
your mouth in my lips
in that office
your hands on my body
in that office
having you in my bed
who had who?
the wind blows my hair; the hair you fell in love with
your eyes filled with tears when i had it cut
the strength of your embrace
how it let me breathe
and watching you sleep on top of me
my room, my bed, my blankets
speak of you and me in hushed tones
i know so many ways to love you
i loved you, and i loved you deeply
i only know i had no choice
