I watch your slow death
cuddling your lies, burying
you every single day as
time flies.
I appreciate the moment
without any regret, vomiting
your words without despair,
especially those that catapulted
me into air.
And your invisibility is so tender,
I have to admit, it is almost
a splendor.
I watch you agonizing
and it tastes like poison
burning my soul, killing
the moon, blinding the
night and the afternoon.
I opened my hands, I emptied
my pockets, I know, I know.
I saw with my closed eyes.
I am watching your death
as I will watch your defeat
and it will be so sweet, so
sweet.
Karla Bardanza
‘Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.’
-Anais Nin-
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