This is not a poem,
I'd rather consider this,
Perhaps,
As somekind of a story.
Indeed, for I need to let it out,
For it is, not the happiest hour.


Here it goes.



                  It was a night, like all the others.
                  Waiting, faithfully, for my lover.
                  It has been 3 years.
                  Once we've seen each other,
                  We've been away for so long...
                  We've dreamed for so long...
                  But I worked, sick or hurt
                  To become the God of our dreams
                  To realise, everything we both desired
                  For 2 weeks, no contacts were made.
                  An insomnia striking
                  A night, full of sweat and nightmares
                  A neurologic failure.
                  She comes back, alas.
                  This one night, was the most rememberable one.
                  For I dedicated 3 years, of my life
                  Faithfully, honestly.
                  Working, like no other man could
                  Hardly resting... All those sacrifices, for her.
                  We opened the chat window, and started to talk
                  We saw each other's on the webcam.
                  For a second, it was a moment of relief.
                  But the inevitable had to happen.
                  ''I have to move to Chicago, we can't talk anymore.''
                  No questions could be answered.
                  ''My uncle requires it.''
                  For she was 19, she could do whatever you want.
                  I propose her to come, to live with me
                  As everything's already ready.
                  ''You don't love me.''
                  My heart had been torn to pieces
                  As I was looking at those mere words, in complete awe
                  ''You can't love me.''
                  For all the proofs I had, about my love towards her
                  It was useless to continue.
                  ''Let me see your blood. That will be a proof of your love''
                  She is insane, but I think too much.
                  I never wished to do that, or thought about it.
                  I tried to get her mind back, for it was hopeless.
                  And so, I did the unexpected.
                  I spilled my blood, for the sake of her love.
                  The blood was abundant, my black shirt was covered
                  The floor was covered.
                  ''I want more!''
                  I stared to the screen, as tears just dropped down my cheeks
                  For my mind was scarred.
                  For the damage has been done, I was lost.
                  I refused, and told her to play somewhere else.
                  We haven't talked ever since then.
                  For I almost died, it's only the next morning I realised
                  She never did anything for me
                  And I was the dumbass to be so faithful, to be honest.
                  For I wear the scars today,
                  It's with shame that I look at those...
                  But Sorrow has marked my heart, my mind
                  For I am emotionally dead,
                  Or for now I am,
                  I yet have to find the cure
                  Of this, painful curse.

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