She hates me with a quiet hatred,
While I'm having insomnia, how do you sleep, darling?
You're great at shooting me.
Why do you need it? I already once torn to pieces in love.
I want to say I hate, but it turns out I love.
You are a complete fool. No, I idolize.
I'm a rocky shore, and you're a running wave.
One runs and retreats, cutting sharp stone.
Exposes smooth wet granite,
Waiting for the sun again to harden it.
Browning. Dries out raw skin.
In time, with winds and sands, one will sharpen.
You are very smart. Gotta know
That even mountains are erased into powder.
And I'm just your paved road..
Really, don't you love me?
One consolation: when the wave will erase me into sand,
I will fall to the bottom of the sea.
There where the dead piece of me lies.
Looking into her brown eyes, without blinking, sharply.
by Artem Miachin
30 October 2016
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