Number five

It was in China at a time,

in the evening at about 9’.

 

I left Jinling

to hear you sing,

 

after a day of frustration,

“Das Schiff” was the destination.

 

There it turned, the page,

when I saw you an stage,

 

shiny and bright.

After that night,

 

everything was alright.

Love at first sight!

 

Ignorant —

how it will end.

 

What I will go through,

by loving you.

 

Unaware —

about the following fare.

 

The day we met,

I will never regret,

 

18th of December,

I’ll always remember.

 

You were late,

on our first date.

 

Why me? You asked me shy.

With a poem I did reply.

 

You were mine.

Cloud number nine!

 

A new chapter — a new begin,

The happiest man I have been!

 

… it did not last.

Ended fast!

 

Remember the day.

you went away,

 

when the famous word:

“We have to talk” I heard.

 

Neither a reason nor a why —

just “good bye”.

 

You changed your mind,

no reason assigned.

 

Break up number one. Cold and numb.

It ended before it begun.

 

I thought I did catch,

what I call a perfect match.

 

Joint possessions we found

on common ground:

 

restaurants and bars,

flat and fast cars,

 

in the kitchen to cook,

read a good book,

 

Roquefort and Brie

— is for you as well as for me —

 

— if Merlot is the wine —

simply divine.

 

Only Chateauneuf du pape,

could grade it up!

 

Classic, jazz and blues,

gemstones and shoes.

 

But only my heart you snatch,

Enduring a patch.

 

Break up! — the first,

didn’t know its getting worst.

 

Escaped — came back,

got another smack.

 

A msg I get,

that you regret,

 

the desire is grown,

you want to be alone,

 

it’s the end,

you’ll be my friend.

 

Break up number two?

I did not have a clue,

 

as of whether,

we’ve been together?

 

Or not?

Or why, or what?

 

A girl I met,

that lost a bet,

 

on the cheak a kiss,

wasn’t bliss,

 

absolutely meaningless,

but gave you lots of stress.

 

Although you did the same,

Me — I took the blame.

 

Very odd,

you txt me a lot,

 

It was a test you mailed,

telling me: I failed!

 

Break up number three,

was too much for me,

 

On that occasion,

we had no relation.

 

Maybe revenge, don’t know why,

you choose an American guy.

 

So I let go.

Than your love went to Mexico,

 

in between,

or within,

 

than, holy shit,

the italien kid!

 

I almost lost the street,

beneath my feet.

 

Than – exactly,

in my face directly,

 

after work, it was late,

at Ellens dinner we ate,

 

over salad and greens,

you spilled the beans,

 

you did admit:

you don’t like the kid,

 

and it’s not to late,

asked me to wait,

 

until you are free —

than you’ll be with me.

 

I swallowed the bait,

believing in fate,

 

seven weeks or eight,

I was willing to wait.

 

Time went past,

was over at last.

 

Then gently I mentioned “us”,

but you made a big fuss.

 

After 8 weeks of hope,

you simply said “nope”!

 

You let me down,

I felt like a clown,

 

like a puppet on the string,

in my heart you stabbed a sting.

 

Break up number 4 it would have been.

Why you are so mean?

 

Wanted to beg…

But broke my leg!

 

From the bad to the worse,

felt like hit from a horse,

 

in every kind.

Justicia is blind!

 

In every manner,

I wanted to surrender.

 

What happens to me?

Is it desteny?

 

Could not restrain,

with crutches and pain,

 

I came back to China.

Your interest was minor.

 

What a stupid move!

Again you proof,

 

party is more fun,

than a business to run,

 

and meeting friends of some sort.

Me — being ignored.

 

On your bday I saw the truth,

to admit you refuse.

 

He is just a friend.

Bullshit at the end.

 

But you said forget the past,

we will — at last,

 

end up together,

that’s the point of the matter.

 

But not yet,

you are not set.

 

So I went home,

sad and alone.

 

Then day after day,

insane in a way,

 

you txt me,

you miss me,

you love me,

you need me,

you want to be

with me,

you and me,

with joy and glee,

at elysium we’ll be.

 

On cloud nine again I float,

when the poem you wrote.

 

For me you would wait.

I took it again the bait.

 

Innocent —

to the Philippines I went.

 

3 weeks in vain,

nothing I could gain.

 

Unbearable the pain.

you broke up again.

 

From the happiest man alive —

down to break up number five!

 

At the end of my wit,

I guess it’s the end of it.

 

I cannot believe

that you are a thief.

 

Steeling my heart,

tear it apart,

 

and step on it,

with your feet!

 

From now on, as a matter of fact,

there is absolutely nothing I shall expect!

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