I’ve been here before, haven’t I?
With my bare feet burning in snow,
carelessly holding spike of sorrow,
assembling directions out of another lost trial
but do I remember the exit and which road to follow?
Do I hope to break free, to rescue the moral left in me?
Blind, deaf and senseless is there a chance to borrow?
Love only? How did my heart let it be enough?
Old matches? How did I let them turn into fire?
And that letter with scribbles in Arabic that
you thought I won’t be able to read … Damn it!
Once again I will change my relationship status from
“happily in love” to “still in love, but torn by doubt”.
Once again, I will watch regret marching next to me,
I will let disappointment to teach me what grief is,
to accept it and count the tears as dear lessons,
once again, I will turn every wrong desire away.
© 2011 Broken Sparkles