Just Maybe Forse Ciao

Time dissolves that which is superfluous and keeps the essential. I have learned that any love can work just as long as it is not too strong. All there is, is an obsession of a single moment that we decide to elevate to greatness. You think of her in the past the chemistry she was for you. And you choose to forget. you did not really love her, you stopped you couldn't. She was not the one. And you know it. It is just easier to hold on to something you have lived and known than to jump into something else unknown and unpredictable. Cause It can hurt. Again. It is just easier to convince ourselves to love what we have already loved or to love what brings love. for the sake of sanity for the comfort of safety and balance. It reminds me of him and his simple pleasures. What is wrong with that I tend to never forget. The fallacy of believing that simple pleasures can make us happy. Never true,  Never healthy. Whe...

The face you have depends on the light that touches you. In the picture,  in that picture. Your hair. Yes. Looks different. Or not. 'Se mo laoch mo ghile mear He is my hero, my dashing darling 'Se mo chaesar, ghile mear He is my Caesar, dashing darling Ni fhuaras fein aon suan ar sean I've had no rest from forebodings O chuaigh i gcein mo ghile mear Since he went far away, my darling You can move on from your best personalised  emotion... but you cannot leave. And when you try to leave  an unwanted window on his present brings you back. Brings him back. And he still lives. He still says the things you heard him say. He takes pictures. And he cut his hair. And you don't know why. And you don't know him. And your heart. Ah well, that has left you. And all the lies you tell when the loved one asks how you are and he cares and worries cause you are ...

The smell of coffee, some porridge with chocolate powder, the sound of rain outside. All the love I am, all the love I can. You cannot make anyone love you, and you cannot make yourself love you. And you have forgotten. Me. I am not that girl. As I give importance to the most stupid and smallest details and I dislike visibility of love the cheap trap everyone seems to fall into. I seem to like the ruins of the past where everything is hidden and everything is still and everything completes the present. And it gives meaning to love. Yes, You have forgotten me and I cannot forget what it felt like beside you. All the love I was, all the love I could. I am not that girl. I wasn't born for the trap of visibility and the present. in love.