A Waltz For Zizi Poems

I don't know why I made these pages
why I twisted them
why I struggled
to shape you,
...

She makes fun of what I write
cleaning her lips on the back of her palm
before kissing me
afraid of staining me with her sins
...

As the blood rushed to touch
my face,
to fall on the ground,
her face became pale,
...

In the winter
I always leave my car
next to her's
just to see her footprints
...

Every now and then
I find some of her lipstick
on my lips
crawling into my mouth,
...

I've been fired yesterday
from supplying your lips
with kisses, and now
the bum that I used
...

In silence I find her
on the edge of a chair,
with her stare galloping across the sky.
She isn't like before.
...

I find her in silence
close to the window
on the edge of a chair,
with her stare galloping across the sky.
...

She puts the key into the lock
and makes a final attempt
to look back.
But she can't.
...

Perhaps the fact
that I have chained you
with paper and ink
will make me a fool.
...