Jerome by Anastasia Forfotă - HTML preview

Thought

It hit me like a fist

or like a wave in the back

I hadn't seen coming.

I didn't see it coming.

I'm trying to catch my breath -

it's fallen out of rhythm -

a new one is set,

but this one is a schism.

I love him.

I don't know why, but I love him.

I need him, it seems, for living.

Gând

M-a lovit ca un pumn

sau ca un val în spate

pe care nu l-am vazut venind.

Nu am prevazut nimic.

Încerc sa-mi recapat suflul -

a decazut aritmic -

ma învat cu noul,

dar acesta-i schismatic.

Îl iubesc.

Nu stiu de ce, dar îl iubesc.

Am nevoie de el, aparent, ca sa traiesc.