not even

We’re not even that close as I dreamt
And I’m sorry
And I ache

And I’m still writing you letters
That you probably won’t get
As I am dying again

I waited you to fill in my heart
You’ll cut it and throw it away
And I’m not even blaming you

Because who will ever love
A mad poet
Who’s constantly falling

In love

(24 MAI 2017)