domingo, 25 de julho de 2010

My poems: old and used

old and used

and we don’t speak now.

we have nothing to say to each other
but goodbye

we have nothing to share
but hurt

when you open your mouth to speak
the world turns to slow motion
and your words come out blurred
like the lines of your face now

there is no longer the usual comfort
you’re slowly becoming painful
like the movement I have to make to exhale the cigarette smoke

the light in our room
is growing darker
i don’t need to see you now.
i can’t see you.

and then we cry.
countless silences between us
instead of love

we’re old and used
holding each other’s broken empire
letting each other down

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