But you didn’t want to be loved,
you wanted to be unforgettable,
because that’s where the magic is.
And I believe it,
I believe it to the bone.
But you don’t deserve another love poem.
We become distant,
you on the one hand,
me on the other.
And we become extinct
like the fire in our lips.
Ashes.
And we become ashes like when we fell...
in love,
too soon.
MelannyDazzaVélez,Spain