Sun 09 May 2010
scribblings from an airplane
I blew your mind.
You blew my heart into a thousand pieces.
Another lover sent me poems from cyberspace.
I don't dare to call your phone.
Your absence speaks louder then any howl.
If I stained your carpet, you stained my favourite white silk dress and now I can't ever wear it.
Your silence screams.
Trying to forget you makes me forgive you and then the cycle is on.
I'm the bird with the piercing eyes whose mind is wider than an ocean and you:
You are just silent.
(scribblings made on an airplane under the influence. Los Angeles-London. May 9, 2010. )