She was
that girl on the other side of Love
Her radical
heart falls for destructiveness
She rushed
like a little girl into rosary illusions
With an
eager pace, with that thirsty half smile
Enchanted
by half-cares, by glossy small talks
By
pseudo-promises, and fickle attachments
So unloved,
yet she loves so …
Her heart-breaks
became redundant rituals
Of self-deceptions
and phony intimacies
She was the
girl on the other side of Love
Hopeful in her numbness ..
Dreamy
despite her thwarted fantasies
Her
heart-failures …
