Nothing Happened

"The art of losing isn't hard to master
Though it may look like disaster"

The only solution that would ease the longing

Is not looking in that direction not prolonging
the pain, Not remembering not mentioning and not mourning
those days, Winter days the first kisses and shy hugs

Hiding in the car to explore more

Talking on the phone for hours short hours
(I wanted to tell you much more)

Speaking about feelings unprecedented not observed before
Until the first losing learning how to deal with it
Actually, it's not so difficult
Just close your eyes and tell yourself you're a stone
You're cold as ice blind and dumb nothing can touch you

Then you feel that hand that caresses your skin
And you can't resist, so temptive
God forgive all my sins those were probably the heaviest
Until the losing number two, three, four, nine, nineteen
I can't remember properly I feel like I lost the faith of a youngster

I'm older now I don't believe you now I got hurt

I lost your smell the sound of your voice your smile
your lips your eyes your touch

It wasn't difficult at all
Thank God, it's not difficult to deal with

I'm not looking in that direction, that's why
I'm not mentioning dreaming or inviting you into my dreams

(They miss you I won't tell you how much)
But here's the world of losing, that's how we call it

And I'm perfect at it, seems I left all my heart there

Shapeless, colorless my heart
But I'm OK now since I don't provoke those thoughts
That visit my dreams every night (almost)
Losing is not so hard to do, though it may look like a process
First misunderstanding, blaming each other and silence
And then the easiest thing ever
Dealing with it, lonely nights cloudy days
God, help me survive

(this one was written by me a couple of months ago and I guess it's no longer up-to-date as for my feelings, but I still like it; the poem was influenced partly by modern American poetry and my own love experiences (or traumas, as you like))