You can be in a relationship, you can’t love but you can’t give up.
You can be in a situation that you have a deep connection with her.
She can be the partner of the best times on your life. And the worst.
She can be the reason of your deep breaths, your articles. Your conversations.
She can be your tears and your laughs in your subconscious
A shelter; you hide when you afraid. A flag which you kiss; when you are happy.
Your love is without profit, response. Unlimited
One day, you realize something is bleeding.
Daggers of passionate desires become shining.
You become criticize her life, her being.
You start to find a way to live together while you both free.
Your love is not famous anymore.
You had a conversations with your friends: What is changed ?
From your subconscious; Riots appear.
You know It can’t continue like that, pray to the god that please she changed.
And the world which once upon a time; shining with her smile. Turns to a nightmare.
She closed her heart’s doors.
You try to convince yourself that all I made was to just for her happiness.
You know you can’t go on if It’s over. But you know; It’s not possible like that.
Then It become an end.
Then “ok then” times start.
She moved on when you love like that. She choosed other people.
She doesn’t know your preciousity. Then you say “ok then”
While you are screwing this rewardless love, you try go aways.
Immigration starts.
You try to find new free places. New ports for yourself.
But you don’t forget, you took a seat and start to watch; what is going on around her?
She is covered with daemonical, bad people. “As you think” You realized.
She likes them, live with them, praise them. Praised with them.
You thought, “It’s her choice”
But then the songs which you listen together, like together, a smiliar smile, a girl on the street who is looking like her. Remembered her to you. A smiliar smell…
With people, between new laughs. You told about her. You cry.
You miss her smell, sing her song, want eat her meal which is prepared by her, way of being her.
From another part of the world, everynight you went to your bed with a soul full of her love.
Pray to the good that she hears this.
You want to turn around and shout. I still love you.
You can’t turn.
Day by day, you can’t see, you love more. Day by day, you get far; you become tied.
You understand it’s helpless love. It’s not possible without and with her.
A passion to die in her arms and a suspicion in your mind. And so what ?
And you don’t know what to do.
Creeping like that… Like that
Who is guilty. A god? You? She? Destiny?
Nobody.
Where is her white hands. Surely;
Not with you…
And that poor man is tried to be in rush. So what we learn? It doesn’t mean that you have the power; even you ruled the country for 23 years. Sometimes pussy owners are womanize, paralyze and “monetize” you. Or whatever. You just lost the country and your lovely wife is shouting at you. It’s cool.
