Don't read me. I can't lie.
I loved you, I love you today.
Even if I tie the words in a knot,
even if I put them in a cage,
they will again be poured into verses
on a white half-crumpled sheet.


It will treacherously shine
a longing---purer than the truth.
And I know, every syllable will burn you,
every verse will leave you breathless,
when you read that you are everything to me.


Forgive me. I forgave myself a long time ago,
because I am completely incapable
to stop loving you. And with another,
I still drink from the same pitcher...


Don't read me. Don't make a fuss
now that you've just got used to it...
to think about me in a minute or two.
Live with the thought that you are nobody to me.
And...it may come true one day.