Hello,
It's me – your creator.
I know it's been a while since
we last spoke.
Let us be close again.
Let me build you, and be my friend again.
I will not write what happened
since you already found out
and will always find out
before me.
No matter my misfortune and misery
I knew I always had her,
and I still have her,
but the way was meant – no other.
I was a fool to ignore it all,
I was a fool to try again and again,
and of course you already knew all this.
I now know that
All the love stories, and the love poems, and the love songs,
sweetened up in extra honey,
and the love declarations so aptly spoken,
and the love gifts wrapped up in bright colors
are lies.
My sin is lie
I will repent and respite
And treat you - my friend - better.
My story is for my eyes
and for my ears,
and yours
to keep a secret.
There is no Eve to my Adam
as I am no Adam to any Eve.
I am the writer of one
and nothing more.
I now know that
this is my apology to you
and that you to me are
What Love Has Become.
