About you

Morning found me.

My head is empty from my nakedness

she's just empty.


Fold of love at the mouth

tells me about you

tells me that

necessary.


For our love's birthday

I will give you the sun the key to silence,

this silent bird of our last joy.


I'll bring you a glass of pink pity

to everything living.

In the emptiness of yourself

I'll give you just this little bit -

my invisible drop of blood

on your face...


In the string of days I am yours and forever.

I won't deceive you -

no matter what you say

no matter where you come from,

dark days of our last nakedness

in joy.


There is a holiday in the city. Lights

seem to be what is in you and in the stillness of your gaze

so gloomy.


You won't understand what I want to give you.


In these simple, useless ones,

torn out by the joy of my nakedness - these last words

our love for you.


I want to cry.

Find the reason you are without

I don't want to love anymore.


There, at the end of time,

here, in the distance of emptiness

The fire between us goes out.


You forever lose the thread of the conversation

And...


Whatever happens

all this without you,

but in the idleness of my darkness

I will not appear in your dreams with my nakedness.

and I have no one else to complain about,

but whenever you come

the rest of the day

and I will spend it with you.


Until morning

we will drink wine.

Will you tell me about your work?

You hate her until you vomit. I know.


On your lips are the belated crumbs of our last love,

drops of my belated love, this endless pity of mine for you,

which you don't deserve - a drop of blood from this last of ours, you

me belated love.


Even in my dreams

I couldn't imagine it anymore

how could we live

in this damn alienation.


Remaining a secret

dark itself, shunning even the moon,

we forgot why we are together,

So what...


Where are these piercing sounds coming from?

What did you want to explain to me by this?

Are you tired of loving me?

You need to constantly change and give up love

just for the sake of a quirk?


When else will we find

this sadness?


Where you and I get lost

and why!...


When I tempt you with my nakedness

you hug me with one hand,

and the other one you count my money.


There I will stay. I won't cry.

Tell us to each other

nothing else.

I won't cry. Again

we are missing...

What do you miss with just me?


From a distance everything seems empty.

But I'm not deceiving you.

You are just a stranger to me, thrown away,

No one needs my weakness.


And what will be left for me after you -

just a photograph of this nudity of mine that you make me uncomfortable.

And there's no difference

who will possess me and when.


Until morning

only a few minutes remain.


You fall silent.


Someone's separation is knocking loudly in my heart,

and we still have so much to say to each other.


Full moon.


The clock is ticking restlessly.


For some reason you're afraid

just look outside.


But when

a happy message will appear on the table

about what you need

gave me a job

We don't have enough wine.


This always happens:

are you going.

you bring me

the empty street of my shame,

you throw me into the emptiness of the bed,

and you are horrified by what comes.


At my feet, bloodied by your satiety

there has never been more love,

than now when you don't look at me anymore...


In anguish

I pull my teeth out of happiness.

I take out trash like jewelry.


Furthermore.

When you cheat on me with missing women

I'm not jealous of you.

I'm just waiting

when you finally come to your senses.


I no longer have enough simple sex.

I need you to really like me

be for you, wash, cook,

listen to your stupid news stories,

wash your clothes,

hope to cherish.


What are you accusing me of?

In treason?

You and I have nothing more to lose.

The dark entities of the dream told us that I

I won’t be able to truly understand you anymore,

I just can’t imagine myself like

after so many years of crying and cajoling and quarrelling

and not understanding

you can still suffer in my irresponsible - like you -

alone...


Just now

I see how

are you going.

And every day you fly further and further away from me with your unpretentious pity. Just understand this

just take it for granted.

You and I don't need love anymore.

We need self-deception.


Only when you finally understand neither me nor the future reality of the day,

no passers-by, no inquisitive questions in their clumsy questions eyes.

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