I look in the mirror and I’m talking to myself
about how I can not let anyone touch my heart.
For you have gone and have not looked back yourself,
you threw my gentle heart into the bin. Tore it apart.
I wanted to shout: Love, do not leave me here alone!
Don’t hurt me and leave traces of blood in my heart!
It doesn’t matter that I once loved you, now you’re a stone.
I resign. Maybe I wasn’t a good candidate. I wasn’t smart.
I was waiting for you for a lifetime, but was all in vain, for both,
in time you showed me your true face, by the way you kiss.
For I don’t give away my spirit to whom makes an oath,
but to the one who’ll give me a hand down in the abyss.
I looked in the mirror and all I saw was an error in two,
unanswered questions in different colours of a war.
If it’s a monologue or dialogue, I’m not staying in the queue,
anyways, I don’t believe in the beautiful Aphrodite anymore.