17 października 2013
White-sight
Your words do tear me to pieces
and I wonder how such things come from your mouth?
I have disguised my bitter pain from you
and too many times I had to swallow away my own humanity.
Everything that I can I have pressed into our love
and at times my own will have been almost mute,
while I hoped for love to flower again
but by force you have twisted my life around
and now I know that nothing can melt the ice in your glacier-heart
not even my blood, the sun or whatever my love does
and it’s as if you are a part of an ice-age
but maybe you are tuned to your own ways and things,
do prefer this cold season above spring and summer
and at times six months of darkness.
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