Black and white photographs
Hanging on the wall, behind me,
Dance at the company
Of sheer curtains.
Fresh coffee rings on the table
Cuddle with the lacquer
crying for my attention.
The chandelier wonder
At the brightness of daylight,
And my little heart
Wonders at the lies I heard.
I feel nauseous at how I
Put up with all those lies.
I'm just so tired of the notion
of truth.
what a pathetic little heart!
What naivety and vulnerability has
Consumed you.
You made me think I own
the autumn,
That I can have him all for myself
In my private abode.
That spurious affection was
Afterall nothing but a lie,
And my foolish heart
created fake scenarios,
with every word of Autumn,
who would give a peck on the neck,
With a pat on the back.
What a pathetic little heart!
You never understood
What seasons meant,
You never realized they belong to
each other.
You found it amusing to be with fall,
In his private party,
for you came early with excitement.
And just like that,
when autumn left,
leaving the leaves and me behind,
You still lingered around his home,
Unable to free from the hangover
and intoxicated by the leftovers.
What more it takes for you to
Come to senses?
How long does it take to make you sober?
What spell should I chant to wake you up?
Please wake up and walk one step forward,
My pathetic little heart!
A. C
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