promised myself once before
that i would never guess.
that i would never wear dresses.
that i would never fall in love again.
but why so afraid to fall?
that was then and this is now.
horizons look different in a modern age.
it is so easy to be with someone, who is so much like you.
who would break the same line, the same circle and the same turn.
i can make it about why someone is not like someone else, but true.
is that we are ourselves only when we are real.
and i want to love someone, i can be real with.
just that, nothing else. something else?
i am the type, who easily hates those, once crossed with.
as my adorable Remarque used to say,
you would rather not mark the love with after friendship.
the end is the end.