Unhappy love
Who has not been through it?
Who has not been subject to betrayal and abandonment?
Who has not lost the one that least of all could be dispensed with?
Who has not had yet another fall and love crush
after only having been let down, betrayed and ditched?
Who has not given up to only start again from the beginning,
staking all on only insecure and unknown cards?
Who has not blindly hit the wall,
ignoring all unfavourable warnings and reports?
Who has not been crushed and shattered,
promising to never try again, to only fall again
immediately, to consciously delude oneself again?
That is – alas! – the way of love.
It is born blind and never learns to see itself or waken up.
It is the self-destructive flame of moths
which it must constantly consume itself by
and preferably to make it hurt as much as possible.
The pain will make you feel alive,
and that, I gather, is life's actual meaning,
just to make you feel alive.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2018-02-19 at 15:48
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