Even your
Brain needs
Cleaning once in a
While,
Because the bad memories will
Always shine,
While the best are left in
Dust.
But sometimes
My vacuum cleaner
Breaks down.

Just a little poet
Who's always afraid to
Show it.

But then I met you.

If I stayed,
Would it be the same
As when I ran?
If I gave up,
Where would I be?
If I love,
Will it last?

I feel numb,
Everytime I doubt myself.

But what's the use of all these
Questions?
I don't know the answer.
But
what if?!

With a citronella candle,
A lofty perfume,
Delayed expectations,
Friendly champagne flute--

I will wonder in between
Inebriation
Being patient,
Believing in the irredeemable soul.