VII - The dependent on you
When I walk on the street
I remember your words:
«Baby, you must not keep
Those blooding swords
In your heart,
In your head».
Sorry but it doesn't help me,
It only hurts me more.
Probably, it's could be
A paper on the floor – just as easy to fly away.
But you are a fucking stone
That stops me from flying away - stops being dependent on you!
I know it's my decision.
But who let me have it?..
***
Okay, you were right.
Now I'm sorry that I yelled at you on our last day,
That I let myself be sincere...
I remember that night,
The darkest night that scared me.
Clouds in the sky were just as dark.
I opened my mouth
When I saw a lightning.
And then look at your eyes...
Baby, I really scared
Because I saw the dark – almost black – eyes.
Those said,
«Sorry for my love,
It was the game.
I lost my head in»...
But you said,
«Sorry, my little, I have a dream
But to achieve it I must leave you»...
And then I got it,
I got your love is gone.
But how could I take your words?
If you didn't even care about my tears?