The hurts of the breakage

The end of my relationships with her,

My heart throb, did not hurt me but did

The way I had to behave as a stranger

With her, whom I thought I couldn’t live without.

The end of my friendships with him,

My staunch mate, did not prick me but did

The way I had to behave as an enemy

With him, whom I thought as my staunch support.

14.07.2013