Poetries And Paintings

“SHE” (broken marriage)

For me: She is like an empty envelope but also like a notebook full of notes.

She is like a mystery novel but it seems like I know everything about her, it feels like I studied her life….

I observe her closely but she has no idea I exists.

For you: She is like an envelope full of old letters and a notebook full of empty pages.

She is like a mix of melodrama and an old romance but what do you really remember about her?

You said the life with her is boring and far away from exciting .

You lie and she has no idea we exist.

“I AM A DREAMER”

My eyes cry again how ironic since it was you who run into my arms first and convinced me to not be afraid.

Now you left me here helpless. I am standing alone looking at the sunset over my balcony and only few moments have passed since you were my closest “friend.”

I know it’s over but I like illusion better than reality. I like to imagine things that don’t exist and even dream about a life, which I will never have.

“OUR SHORT STORY”

Life wrote for us a story.

Not really… just a tiny chapter.

Well maybe those were actually only few sentences or words if you compare with all the boring pages of my endless book.

How come it can be so short but so impacting and it might seem not important, but it is so horribly distracting .

Maybe it seems so ideal because it doesn’t have a chance to last? or because you made me believe in love and then you broke my trust?.