Glicine

All those extreme ends Heraklitos,

They are because of you

Thanks to you

Towards you

Against you

And you.

To see my pure self

In your dirty mirror

To clean my love

In your dusty melancoly

To bring my pieces together

In your fake wisdom.

To trust you

All over again

As if you weren’t the one

To hurt and break me into millions.

You could have been the one.

You chose to be the one who put me down.