Multiplele fatete ale Maevei

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Maeve.6.215 mesajeSâm 27 feb 2021 23:45#2221

O iau si eu la mine aceasta poezie..

Fiero a scris:
O poveste

Știi... te-am iubit
Până n-am mai putut,
Până ce ne-iubirea
mi-a alungat sufletul
către niciunde...
Prin vorbe, prin fapte,
mi-ai cerut să te pierd;
Știi... de fapt n-ai stiut
că și iubirile mor,
că și cuvintele dor...
M-ai rupt din sufletul tău
și m-ai prăbușit!...
Mi-e frig, mi-e întuneric,
Mă sperii cât doare
nimicul din sufletul meu,
parcă nu mai sunt eu...
M-ai rugat de atâtea ori să-ți spun
cât de mult nu te mai iubesc.
Ți-am dorit să mă prețuiești
în lipsă, în ne-prezență,
în ne-iubirea ce mi-ai născut-o...
Și de-am să plec,
să nu-ți fie teamă,
Cum nu ți-a fost mereu,
crezând în iubirea mea eternă.
Dar și veșnicia are o limită
a neputinței umane.
”Mi-e dor...”
O să-ți treacă,
și mie mi-a trecut.
Cuvintele dor;
Cum le putem șterge?
Atingerea doare;
Am uitat mângâierea...
Te-am iubit, până n-am mai putut.
De-aș fi știut... aș fi plecat
când încă te mai iubeam,
ca să mă pot întoarce!
Când îți voi spune că nu te mai iubesc,
vei înțelege că m-ai pierdut...
M-ai prăbușit
afară din lumea noastră;
Mâna ta întinsă
mă doare. Nu pot...
Mă am pe mine,
ne vom descurca.
Am să mă ridic
doar pentru mine.
Nu trebuie să-ți fie teamă,
Trebuie doar să înțelegi..
Te-am iubit

--- Magda Balanescu

Editat Sâm 27 feb 2021 23:53

Maeve.6.215 mesajeSâm 27 feb 2021 23:49#2222

Fiero a scris:

Maeve.6.215 mesajeDum 28 feb 2021 00:18#2223

My mother told me that there were two kinds of love: the kind that you'll die for, and the kind that you'll kill for.
I never understood it really until I met him. I had never seen someone so heartbreakingly beautiful.
He said he was an unfixable mess, a ruined art and I told myself that I would mend him.
He made me feel fulfilled and empty all at the same time, he told me that I deserved everything and more.
He taught me to be patient and understanding and listening before speaking.
My first love washed away years of insecurities that I carried on my back and told me that I was beautiful even with all the scars that I had.
He made me so happy, that I felt like I could explode.
And some days, he made me feel so lonely, that his silence deafened my ears. And I realized that maybe, this was how love was supposed to be like, like thunder and rain, like a tornado while swimming, like cycling on the hill on an early winter morning.
This was how love was supposed to feel like - like a sweet misery, like an absolute heartache, a bittersweet hell.
My first love stayed and stayed and stayed until he couldn't stay anymore and no matter how you want them to choose you, someday they'll tell you that you are just too good for them.
And it will break your heart and sound more like you will never be enough for them.
My first love made me lose all my hope in love.

And then I met you.
You taught me that love wasn't supposed to be a storm, a tornado, fireworks and hail.
Love was supposed to be gentle and warm.
Love wasn't supposed to ruin you, or make you feel consumed and hurt.
Love was supposed to make you grow, to let you know that sometimes there are people who are so distinct from you, and yet so heavenly with you that you do not need to stand under the mistletoe, or the fireworks to go off to kiss them.
And then, I realized that there aren't just two kinds of love.
There is one more kind— the kind that you will live for, the kind that will make you stay.
And you will realize that it is the only kind that matters.

You, my darling, are the only one who matters.

-Rae Pathak, the one who stays.