Talking to myself 2

Everybody – that's him, that's how a broken heart looks.

Do you break mine ‘cause someone once shattered yours?

All that you've learnt is how to defend your boundaries.

Now I’m learning to bend to fit in your world.

This is funny, I know, to be yours – I will never be.

I belong to myself. To myself again, to me.

We collide and find way to unite and define the roles.

We are players. We play. We make rules. We are separate – and close.

Apr. 5, 2025