My Stories Of You (Chapter Five) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

I flame a million words of my pathetic love,
meant for you, they have no purpose in living
in my mind.
These days,
I demolish the shrines of the goddess of love
to make space for graves where I hide my beautiful memories of you and me.
I used to collect your feminin scent in bottles of transparent glass,
because I was insanely in love with you,
and I still am, why else would I write you these chapters.
But I'm somewhat different from what I was,
I'm a warrior now, like Hector of Troy,
battling mirages of you, in this war of broken hearts.
If by any chance, you happen to read this,
know that I'm not sad or mad
it was a nice day today,
drinking coffe with you, and giving you a kiss, a simple one, and at the same time,
all that I need,
to live another day.