vacation from love


I’ll go on a forced vacation from love
in a place, somewhere at the end of an era.

If you’ll try to recreate me in the shape
of your fiction modeling me in deaf sentences
and old letters used by gods and goddesses,
I’m gonna feel it.

After all, I paid a price in the coins of dreams
for my innocent love you sacrificed.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Michelle Gurevich

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