Emotions Are Playing Dead, To Hide Is To Live - Poem by Marketa Richnavska
I stopped searching desperately for the match
in need to find something real
for I know I never get what I'm looking for
And then you appeared and got into my head
and I thought I started to feel
something that was long lost, something more.
But as I listened to your words
running through my ears like waterfall
I knew I overestimated you
And realized I had to cut the cords
and build a really thick thick wall
just for not to fall in love with you.
I already know I won't make it to the end
And you will be the first to break my heart
first after myself to rip my soul in scraps
I sense the desire for something I cannot have
I can feel it and I don't even want to start
to fight myself, to destroy all these traps
I guess I need to undergo this fate
to rise from ashes, to live again
to know how it feels to be hurt
You'll throw me down, but I'll be great
for with every destruction, every bane
comes strenght for the final court.
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