A Waltz For Zizi Poems

He woke up alone
in a jungle of thoughts
facing the window, as he
did not want to face the door.
...

She was too irresponsible with
her words. She would let them
fly so easily into my heart
like she didn't care at all
...

Everything she seemed to be
she actually was. She wasn't
a waste of words like it might
seem to you, or at least to me
...

She had an appetite for
the courage of death.
Those things slipped
easily into her heart
...

His smile went well
with the coffee she
drank in the morning
...

When I run to you I also
run away from myself...but
I've always hated myself,
so I think that's a good thing,
...

Eighteen months ago
I learned to save myself
from the cruelty of crowds
with the smile of a stranger
...

I believe I would be happy to find myself
in your palms, at lest once, painfully unfolded
and read on the inside, unintentionally tasting
your breath, your fingers drawing invisible lines
...

It's true, I am afraid
I did not matter to you,

even if like a child, I was devoted
...

Your letter is unkind to me.
You hurry to the end, afraid

I might do things to harm you,
...