I am not your property
I rather tell myself than you
who wears oblivion for shoes,
walks without a knowing heart.
I suppose it´s easier
to leave you there without a clue,
words unspoken in their truth,
better gone, and far apart.
Don´t you ever stop to wonder
who´s the mistress of this distance?
Call me goddess of this state,
yet, would you ever know?
We should be the ending,
not like my ancient persistence,
not of love, not out of hate,
not fading to ever grow.
This much I can answer you:
Intimacy won´t reappear.
Has it ever been of presence
while you broke my core?
Eyes will slip some knowledge,
fingertips soft, now free of fear,
claiming just my roaring essence
while denial rules no more.
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