I love the way you cry but
i hate the way you smile
because there's no way
i can get into your mind &
a smile like that
comes out
spontaneously.

That kind of people
who brings a storm into
your mind
as if the everlasting rain
wasn't enough already.

Hurt me
the way I do &
you'll be pleased to see
how lovely
it can be.

Writing makes you vulnerable
because you're opening your heart out
and letting yourself
explode into words
and when someone reads it
they may get hurt
but the one who hurt the most
is you
because now they know
and now you know
that you can become a fragile
piece of glass
in their hands
or maybe,
just maybe
a strong piece of human being
who allows himself
to let it all go away
with sharp & sad
words
ready to harm anyone
who's willing to,
even if it's yourself.

We know we're broken
shattered in tiny pieces
but you also know that
i want to steal you &
all your pieces &
make you feel
whole
because if you don't feel that way
be aware that's how i feel
around you
even if my tiny shattered pieces
are way too lost
into the space
or in someone else's life
or in someone else's heart
or maybe even inside
myself
but i can't be so sure about that
because even if i was
what excuse would i have
to say
that i'm no longer &
may never be able to see
that human being
who i'm supposed to be?

Poetry
stops
the brain
and starts
the heart.