@Poetaoscuro21 10 November 2021 more from that month

Night love.

A hard and long night, at the window, watching at what moment the night would crush my soul. I needed to look at the bleak old door that once held our souls and our sweat that admired our naked bodies at the stake of our old love. It was a strong and lying decision of our experiences, but I change my path and my dream by thinking every day that you are no longer by my side. I failed thinking about how eternal and liar the body is, before the loneliness that runs through the torrent of my dry veins, due to furtive abandonment. I thought it would be different and I continued, but I am still in the dilemma of accepting the unpleasant reality, of having to lie before my mind and my need to want to see you for a moment so it is a small reflection. Desire and misery kill me, thus in complete madness and losing the sanity of my being and my rationing as a natural human, of having to misalign every moment and turn it into something sinister. There is no doubt, neither yours nor mine, of this problem that runs through my veins and dries up my thought. I discovered that it would be something necessary in time and I thought about staying happy with this event, which breaks my soul and destroys my peace of mind. taking the verses of those nights awake with his body, burning the hopes to keep the feeling alive. Now I will be for you a small memory that remains in your heart and in your thoughts, in the midst of these torn sheets and extensive sweat. waiting for the death that is contained in me, within my being, knowing that every moment that I hold my breath, I keep forgetting your memory. Not even the profession of my charm, manages to keep me happy, knowing the damage that I keep like a glove, prepared and neglecting, knowing that no matter how much I pray to heaven, I will have to accustom this event, for all eternity as a shopkeeper.