I write a poem
and post it on YQ
not one of my best
not the way you
would like it to be.
But I post it anyway
to receive one, two,
three hearts from you
which I don't know
what they mean.
For me they are
your poem about
having seen me
and read me.

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All our conversations
are virtual. All images
are virtual. Our kiss
is virtual. Your arms
are virtual too.
I don't think it's that bad,
since so many places
are virtual and so are
many virtual friends.
Not to mention that
we never die virtually,
there's always a past,
even if it's a comment,
a photo brought back
to Google's memory.
Our texts, our songs,
our shared memes.
They'll say we were
so funny when
we were alive.
And our love,
how beautiful!
Saved forever
in apps, in the clouds.

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I bump
into the body of the world.
And the world marks my skin,
takes me by the hand, tears me apart,
goes through, opens up.
I move forward
like someone undoing seams,
untying knots.
Like someone looking at the sky
waiting for rain.
I am someone whose
only smile is for loving pets.
But also for opening maps
to caress with my finger
where you are now.

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i have been crying
so much,
for so many days
since last month.

my eyes now
have outlines
of fossilized tears.

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love has made me
a magnet
for such delicate
dangers.

i hang up the phone,
stretching my body
and licking my lips
like a cat
returning home
after a night
of hunting.

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The character in the film
is about to cry,
but he holds back.
I cry,
because of his drama,
because of my own.
He remembers good times,
which make him sad now.

I look away for a moment,
our photos on the fireplace.
The image of happiness
is sad.
And that
doesn't make sense.

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passion,
a target
that i tried
to avoid,
but i hit it
unintentionally,
despite my lack
of aim.

i pulled
the trigger.
i was the one
who fell.

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fighting
not to cry
is a fight
that has already
started
with losing.

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'Mirrors are portals,'
he told me.

We made love
in front of the mirror,
then I covered it.

I smiled at him:
'Now I kept you'.

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Sometimes,
before I fall asleep,
my heart gets smaller.
Which doesn't mean
it gets lighter, it just
beats differently.
Maybe it's the thought
of things left undone.
Maybe it's because of
everything I'd like
to accomplish with you.
Maybe it's because of
levels I can't reach.
Because of who I can't be.
Maybe it's about what
will never happen.

I'll never know for sure
the real reason.
Still, it hurts.

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