If You Knew
I loved you until
poetry turned into a jungle.
I loved you until
the words
cut my flesh inconsistently
if I could still lay an eye on it,
if you could hear me,
I would tell you
how I carved your name
on green arms of the
Ocean,
I carved it
with my last wish
on the floor of the
sea.
if I could still talk,
if you knew how to listen,
I would tell you
everything
what is love
but
today
it is nothing else
than a conception
of
your
dreams.
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