a hole in my heart the size of a balloon
it so happened
that i saw
an angel once -
i broke the law
and fell in love
with her.
i was binded
at the time,
but still i made
a morning rhyme
about her in
my notes.
in the dying
moments of
my last relationship
the love
was dying
like it does.
i was trapped
and couldn’t see
that what i wrote
in poetry
was just a cry
for help.
as it wilted
and i gave
all of me to her,
my grave
was being built
for me.
it so happened
that we grew
too close too soon-
could we renew
the vows we made
before?
roses burned
and rubber bands;
i hope one day
she understands
that i love solely
her.
where i’m sitting
here and now,
i try to not
give in and bow
to my addictive
blues.
she’s my heroin
and i
am certain that
i’d live to die
if she was not
around.
we transcend
the lovers’ role -
still in my heart
there is a hole
the size of a
balloon.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.