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[tigra_creativ]

my tenderness threads ashes barefoot
my love lives near the river to be protected
my heart beats with his vibratios of breath
how can i not love him, my pain, my liberation
my gentleness, whenever rejected, always lives
near his feet.
my lord, how can I know you, being so small,
so tangled and suffering, yet wasted and not smart?
but my soul is alive one, even eagering death
it stupidly reaches for hope and it lives in you.
i do not know anything, not myself, not others,
i barely understand how to live in this world and
for sure i do not understand it alone, specially
its gloom
suffering and hatred, tortures and all things people
made up to treat each other with, and i do not dare.
often i want my death before my time, it seems,
there is no honor or bravery in this, only my
shortsightedness and tiredness, i know that too.
yet if i could ask, i would just ask to have the chance
to be the love i feel for you, for no logical reason,
with no expectations or other wishes, just to be it
in full.
and then, maybe, i will cease to be.