You,
you were acting as if the whole world
was slipping between your fingers,
like your cigarrettes and
our prayers for a better English.
You were black-wizarding my
heart, with no secrets,
your real way was untold,
my real gaze betrayed
and the river, sold.
You were always half way in,
while I was going astrayed.
We suffocated God until He
left us alone, with a tear
in His Eye, a new
eyeliner for thee
and this fucking hopeless
feeling as time broke
our own nothing in two.
With no more to say,
He just adviced me
I should keep myself
away from you,
we've been, again,
broken in two.
For B.M.
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