I Grief ... my feelings are dead, so I can breathe deeply and exhale the revulsion it causes me to hear your name ... I stop, and I feel like I feel nothing ... I close my eyes and I do not think anything is worth ... or remind, or drive you to live, because the acidity of my stomach to pronounce to the tip of my tongue ... I stop, breathe deep and over again that I feel to know you're important, no more, gives him new touches to my days as I become strong and independent ... I returned safe and happy ... radiant without you ... Radiant me and my dreams ... no more ...
I mourn you and your tantrums obscene ... you and your hurtful words ... you and your ridiculous farce ... I am happy to know I am out of your dramas and your lacking courage free ...
I mourning ... The Mirror claim your shadow ... the match is made, you die by the naive woman who followed you ... this woman came back each time I shake and shake my body with your insecurities and judgments ... woman died the day I decided to revive and let sit in that restaurant, an accomplice of my dignity and my self-respect ... I mourning and I'm radiant ... repulsion is long gone now ... oblivion is the only thing, nor hatred, nor the desire to hurt you, it would not afford to lose more time with you ...
The mourning is yours, luck is mine ... you're dead and I, more radiant than ever.
