so I couldn't hold on to him.
Now he wakes up with someone different beside him,
in the morning. I remember these mornings
when he prepared coffee and breakfast for us two.
When I felt sick: I was serene but sensitive too.
It was easy to leave him because I thought that I've found new love.
I didn't know that neither the new one would last.
I remember how the rain touched our skin,
remember our nights covered in stars and sin.
We were just a fling but such a beautiful one.
It was as if God wanted to repay me for my stolen months.
After my breakdown, he was my midnight sun.
His eyes were fire and I flew into it like a moth.
His fingers and he teached me a lighter form of love.
Not the lifelong thing, not the exclusive one.
We played as if we were kittens. We were just fun.
But the one that watches together at the stars.
We shared secrets while I was listening to the beat of his heart.
So that I was too excited to fall asleep beside him when it became dark.
Truth is to squeeze out of sin every little drop of love.
Truth is art.