Dagger

With the delicacy of a dagger 

I felt your lack of love stabbed on my back 

your beautiful face smiling and looking at my pain 

wishing that it would never end

Your unknown inside that bottle of scotch 

Translucent crosses the glass separating the living room 

that light tries to scape to the outside

that light tries to trap all your fears

Your eyes look desperate and scared

They have already  foreseen the end 

Separation seeks for disappointment 

Disappointment seeks to impress the obvious 

She likes shaking the hand of the hypocrites 

She wishes to cynically reverse the irreversible 

Intense love is an unfortunate thing; it never last

Bleeding I sit down and write my last poem 

Your slippery hands can't hold my broken heart

Slowly you give me the glue to mend 

(in a sincere attempt to put all the pieces together in time)

Indefinite is the time's charm

We insist in synchronize that old felling into my shattered heart 

Slowly it starts pulsing in your hands without luck

It jumps a little into explanations and conclusions 

All that effort does not matter anymore

because a heart can easily die outside the body

when it carries a sharp blade in the middle. 

Anita Mendes