Sometimes what you have to say will not go out from the tip of your tongue or from the tip of your quill.
Some words chokes one more than other, and then, they are those never spoken but that you understood were for you.

This one was inspired by Founding True Love
by Jasmin Horst E.P. Seiler





I can’t start this letter with a Dear:
because I don’t feel anymore that way,
we were two roads briefly crossing and
now we are going, how can I say…
in different directions, leading hearts
taking us not back to our yesterday.

Before, this pages were of pristine white,
words make them so dirty to appear may
that not after scribbling LOVE we can
erase that blot of ink for what I didn’t felt,
please, if you like me, don’t feel the same,
don’t let your heart be filled with contempt.

This will be just like a postcard in brevity,
maybe like receiving a knife you will take,
that what we had is there no more for me
wasn’t courageous enough to personally tell,
because you are the one good with words
I only are good as I can make my pretty face.

The privilege to pick and choose is feminine,
la donna e mobile, Giuseppe Verdy once said,
it wasn’t you…or me, it was the damn absence,
get over me soldier, another hill you can conquer,
that war wouldn’t last forever you will be back
and into the arms of a new loving Jezebel.

I can’t start this letter with a Dear:
because I don’t feel anymore that way.