Secret
(This poem was written to a well known unknown woman.)
Secret walk, take me where I can't find myself
Although I looked for you, I still have not found you, my dear spirit.
I never care about your body, but I don't care about your heart either.
I just wanted to touch your spirit; it needed to write... always...
Deny it, life will promise you a solution.
Until then, I write in solitude, there will be no better mind than you;
I know this, you will remain the love of my spiritual life.
But maybe you're more like my lifelong spiritual love.
I know you're the secret woman I've been chatting with for a long time.
My phone is the witness, I delete everything, I don't keep anything.
But it hurt today that my life was only worth a hundred thousand pounds.
The wrong answer to a stupid question: am I not worth a million?
The question was fictitious, your answer was taken for a later poem.
It will be entitled I demand a blood price on my head, even if I die.
It's okay, but I understood your secret; mine too, please
I deserved it, my sins are many, you have become my destiny, kill me.
I could put a murderous dagger in your hand, but you are far away.
It's like you avoid my life. Tell me what are you afraid of?
But you still looked for me. Your manhunt was the end of me.
Just let me live, don't let anyone kill me; i can be someone
I'll give you my lines and recommend them to you. Make sense of it
A study so you can figure me out. I know how you do it
All your questions will be answered and given to you.
I will write, let everything that has been written remain a secret between the two of us.
I'm closing these lines now, it was good to chat with you again.
Remember that I come back every night. I need your being
Stay away. If you were here, there would be no writing about you.
I feel everything, I see far away towards you, I took your soul...
... I'll give it back, and you'll get another one...
…… mine flies towards you…
……… you don’t need it anymore…
………… became yours…
... Your life.
I lost myself.
Forever alone.
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