Gedanken.Welt aus Meer 32

Da ich mir vorgenommen habe,
ohne Werten für diejenigen zu schreiben,
die in meinem Leben Spuren hinterlassen haben,
gehört eben auch das dazu.

Für Michèl K.

You told me,
you will,
and I
told you
nothing.

You Held me,
to fill,
with me,
your void.

Sexual Frustration,
your desire,
to get
under my
Skin.

My innocent laughter,
my stupid
word,
your sin.

I have no
Feelings
whatsoever, regarding
you
and your doing.

But I am,
since then,
sexrepulsed.

And you were,
that day,
the devil,
of
desire,
the darkest
night
at day.

With no
bad
intentions
did you
un
intentionally,
what can
never be
erased.

My mind
my
Skin,
they remember,
just like,
a blooming flower,
in december,
that withered,
in me.

For I'm not
yours,
and I
never
was.
For I didn't say,
stop it,
for I,
didn knew how.

I do not hate
you,
I solemly hate
my
self.
It's okay,
I'm
still alive.