I collected self-pity
Distilled from common heart-breaks
The Narcissus reminder
That we transmit pain
With cowardly eyes
Believe me it’s not
Anything but my stupidity
The poetical potential to learn how to hate
From foundations of so much love
I collected melancholy
Like a common child of love
My thirst for ambiguity
A gourmet prerogative
Feeling is a the great gamble
For sensitive types like me.
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This is very powerful. 🙂
Hey I’m glad you think so, powerful is good no?
Yes, it is a very good thing. I have really enjoyed reading your poetry.