You Hurt My Love Poem by Marieta Maglas

The day that you hurt my love
I thought I was born again,
Because the reality woke me up.
I was caught up very well
In one of your snares,
And I was next to madness
That kind of madness,
Who never knocks at the door,
But goes directly into the house,
And slams you down
To the ground.
I clung desperately to something;
It was an eye book.
I took the eye and I crushed it
Like I crushed a walnut
To eat its contents.
I scanned it.
It was like a breathing space.
And one day I realized
What is the meaning of our love;
It was involuntary,
Unconscious,
And hypocritical.
It was demagogy.
And this is why
It could not fulfill its destiny.
Then, I opened both my eyes
And I did not save this love once again.
I let it die forever.

Poem by Marieta Maglas