and so
i must believe you
other people have
become
hell as you
defined it
you keep
boundaries
and not a foot
shall step
within it
love is superfluous
you've outgrown it
and you have learned
how happy it is
just to be left alone
in fact
you have considered those
who married
and have kids
as
unlucky
the world is not safe
anymore
for kids
or married people
let the single
die in peace
no one cries for them
no one sends them
in their grave
with so much
sentimentality
no ritual
no drama
an ex-lover has
called four times
and you did not
answer
it is unnecessary
no one completes you
for you have
all concluded that you
are the most
complete
(lonely woman
in this world)
i never said it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem