i tell myself
day after day that i am
a strong person,
sort of hypnotic chant
i promise myself
you are nothing and i
can forget you
the next day and the
next day
when i am silent you
become so loud
when i walk away you
become so near
me,
this is what is it,
crazy crazy, but i never name
it love,
i never name it you,
there is nothing here
just an empty mouthful of
air,
and i close my mouth again
to regain
breathing later and later
i gasp, i want to grasp some
more how is it to be broken
and how to mend,
stitching here and there
wanting to cover a wound with
my own saliva,
like a snake bitten by
another snake
seeking for bitter barks
to heal
its open skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem