Quiet steps in the middle of the
night echoes from the opposite side of the hall;
They keep getting louder and louder,
shy door knock.
His entrance filled the room with
his presence,
Calm and gentle whisper waking me from my deep sleep.
I see him sitting on the rocking
chair, air filled with the heavy smell of cigarettes,
The sweetness of his whiskey
breath is filling me with fire from within.
One sharp look; I am stunned and
then he breaks the silence asking all forbidden questions.
Shall we begin?
…
What do I want???
– Kiss me and then continue your life as it
is.
What do I breathe for?
– For you, obviously!
Why do you want me just now?
Haven’t you had enough of me all
those years?
After all these years spent in
your cold days and fiery nights
I am not of importance to you.
You call me all those names as if
I am not a real man.
Am I an imagination born from convenient
desires? – Yes?!
Why do you keep it so quiet when I
am looking straight to you?
Are you ashamed of what we did in
the darkness of the night?
Why do you keep wasting my time
as if my body is all you need?
Why do you keep confuse me?
I am not a toy from your doll
collection.
Do you still hate me for all the
untold feelings, bottled up in misery?
Wasteland…
Can you even see me? – Yes or no,
answer me?
Why do you call yourself my savior?
You still put me down, beat me
like a dog.
What is the meaning of your love?
Get me out of your lethal embrace.
Why do you call yourself my
healer when the wound still bleeds fresh?
…
What do I want???
– Kiss me…
And when you are done with your
needs forget about me -
My sweet little regret, the death
of my hopes and my sweet agony.
