I used to think that every one dies poor
And I used to think every one dies alone,
I used to think, that it doesn't matter.
That it's pointless
I used to think it's all too overwhelming
But you.
You make me think
I used to not know if every thing would be okay
I used to not know how I feel
I used to not know if I was well
But you.
You make me know
I once thought drugs made me happy
I used to believe in evil and refused to comprehend goodness
I now believe in a fair skinned princess of polish decent with ever changing green eyes
I cursed my name, but only until you loved my name, and the carcass it was attached to that now grows like endless wild flower.
I craved cold
Now I yearn for warmth
My thirst for isolation, is now comforted by a sly subtle touch, and the pressure of a cranium on my hearts pulse, and life lines gently, but securely wrapped around my neck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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