summer poems

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i don’t know where I throw my pieces
i am falling from the top of the mountains
may i have to say apologies?
for to born
to cry
to love
to see
to touch
and’
to exist

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sometimes, i think
i should take care of you and your pain
i should clean blood from your wounds
with my white shirt.
but, i don’t wanna wear
white shirts anymore
and even if i do
my whole body is covered in blood.

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you’re leaving
and i am runnig after you
you’re leaving
i am sitting in your bed
thinking it is just a dream
looking around’ and realize
you’re leaving.
i am watching our father’s eyes
desperately sadness, i realize
you’re leaving
and you’re not leaving by yourself
taking my love for people
the light inside our eyes
spring of the years
but mostly and painfully
you’re leaving
you’re leaving with my faith in God.
suddenly i wake up and realize
i can find you every part of life
but you’re leaving
and
i am trying to give my everything
just for taking another breath
with only thought in my head,
you’re leaving
you’re not leaving alone
like you say before
you’re leaving
with half of us.
in every morning
you’re leaving
again
again
again
…

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now i am sitting
middle of emptiness
like i always do
after storms.
my dearest friend standing
right side of the room
with wonder his eyes
if that make me hurt.
smiled and say, don’t worry
it hurt me.

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can you light some candles for me?
there’re scary faces around me
they’re not my demons,
i know them from past
this is my clearest memory
they all loved me.
now i have to run away
but
they took my pieces
i am not trying to forgive them
just trying to get back
what was stolen from me.
getting harder to run on old paths
because of too much blood
and the drowning little girl
just like me.
can you light some candles for me?
maybe all of them dissapear
and
we can sleep in some peace.
so, if i can’t reach the little girl,
you can watch the sea and remember me.