Poesia (14.7)

And Yet I’m Still Standing

Last time we saw each other

You told me

It was not the same for you

Our magic had been gone

A while ago

And we did not have

The same connection

Anymore.

And yet you told me

You loved me.

We made love

On the same nest

That made us happy

Throughout the years.

And yet you still have

Your silly boyfriend

Believing you are the love

Of his life.

He should never know

That we,

The wrong and unnamed lovers,

Had a beautiful and yet nasty sex

On your sweet little anniversary;

Silly to think

You may believe still

Your own love can grow

And find in him

All you’ve been looking for.

Don’t lie that much,

Sweetie,

Don’t be your own fool.

Love does not happen like this

And you know that.

It has been wrong since the very

First month.

It shall not last.

Although

I won’t be the one

That’ll whisper in his ears

The bitter truth

I may blow my poetry

Among the stars

And let the pain

That’s in my heart

Find its own cure.