Blue

Love was given to me in the wrong time

With all the shock, bruises, and without thinking about

What makes me happy and what makes me sad

Merely to fulfil someone else’s whims and get on about

The usual business

Like any other matter

Looking at the things in a jagged view

And making some comparisons to the life in bed

Satisfying enough to stay

Yet on the surface was a rotten smile

Telling me a different story every day

With whom, for what, why, where, and when

Whilst there was nobody else

Only you looking at the fragments of glass

From your broken reflection

Rarely relaying your unfulfilled satisfaction

But you were the man pulling the strings

In the rhythm of the music I’ve never heard of

Like your former mistresses

Covered in shame, humiliation, and a proud

Inability to leave their husbands

On whom they were cheating with no remorse

And that was your fault

Of turning them into regular sluts

And the same you wanted to do with me

But I didn’t let you, thank god for that

That your lust was left alone

And has nothing to do with me now

A free bird again

Although with tiny pieces of dust

On its wings

Reminding me how it all supposed to be

But remained solely imagined

In the peace of my own glowing heaven

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23 April 2021

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