Thursday, 9 January 2014

The hurts of the breakage
























The end of my relationships with her,

My heart throb, did not hurt me but did

The way I had to behave as a stranger

With her, whom I thought I couldn’t live without.



The end of my friendships with him,

My staunch mate, did not prick me but did

The way I had to behave as an enemy

With him, whom I thought as my support.

14.07.2013

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