I do not know what name you put

Today lying on my bed, I remembered without wanting that moment in which we met, I do not know if it was destiny or coincidence I just thought how complicated that is of love, I wonder a thousand times if it was the fault of Cupid who did not know how to choose the right person or it was that person who did not know what cupid wanted to do by joining us, we walked the same course, we followed the same steps, some call destiny, others call it chance, I do not know what to name it.

In the warm afternoons my thoughts grow and imagine what was been, what could be. Time is not always the best friend you can have, wait and wait thinking what would be the right to make believe that the mind was busy, but to be honest I do not understand what. we were two strangers dancing under the moon a kiss on the forehead made my heart beat, maybe it was at that moment when I felt the crush, had I not been there, it would not have been me, it would not have been you.

I do not want to blame fate anymore, I do not want to think that it was a coincidence, I just want to give a name to something that only lasted a kiss and nothing else. Tears are not the best remedy, the cure who will have it? I do not want to keep thinking about the time that in the end, it just gave me a bad move, I hope that at night you think of me at least a second before going to sleep and that I can feel your breathing agitated, not of pleasure if not of happiness.

I do not want to hate you and now unless you are not, resentment is not the best option, the pain and the annoyance is with me that I only expected from you what I was willing to do for you. My heart had the thorn of a passion, I managed to tear it away one day ... I no longer have a heart.

I'll take you like the nine hell circles of Dante, that Italian poet who lost his Beatrice.