LOVE POEM

My torn flesh,

Eyes glazed, remains of someone who passed.

It's love.

In the dark remembering, trying to forget.

Nothing is enough to numb me.

My great love.

Gone.

If it was between screams and despair, I rejoiced with deep hatred.

I wrote with tears, words of crystal.

I curled up in soft thorns, which penetrated so madly painful.

My love.

Confused, distant, eternal.

Behind the doors I cried, I asked to die.

Without goodbye, without looking.

Every day my coffee is bitter,

Bitter of love.

From dream, cobalt blue dream, dream that veins killed,

Dream of bodies in the snow,

Gray love that burns.

Badly made poem of love.