It was in China at a time,
\nin the evening at about 9\u2019.
\n
\nI left Jinling
\nto hear you sing,
\n
\nafter a day of frustration,
\n\u201cDas Schiff\u201d was the destination.
\n
\nThere it turned, the page,
\nwhen I saw you an stage,
\n
\nshiny and bright.
\nAfter that night,
\n
\neverything was alright.
\nLove at first sight!
\n
\nIgnorant –
\nhow it will end.
\n
\nWhat I will go through,
\nby loving you.
\n
\nUnaware –
\nabout the following fare.
\n
\nThe day we met,
\nI will never regret,
\n
\n18th of December,
\nI\u2019ll always remember.
\n
\nYou were late,
\non our first date.
\n
\nWhy me? You asked me shy.
\nWith a poem I did reply.
\n
\nYou were mine.
\nCloud number nine!
\n
\nA new chapter – a new begin,
\nThe happiest man I have been!
\n
\n\u2026 it did not last.
\nEnded fast!
\n
\nRemember the day.
\nyou went away,
\n
\nwhen the famous word:
\n\u201cWe have to talk\u201d I heard.
\n
\nNeither a reason nor a why –
\njust \u201cgood bye\u201d.
\n
\nYou changed your mind,
\nno reason assigned.
\n
\nBreak up number one. Cold and numb.
\nIt ended before it begun.
\n
\nI thought I did catch,
\nwhat I call a perfect match.
\n
\nJoint possessions we found
\non common ground:
\n
\nrestaurants and bars,
\nflat and fast cars,
\n
\nin the kitchen to cook,
\nread a good book,
\n
\nRoquefort and Brie
\n– is for you as well as for me –
\n
\n– if Merlot is the wine –
\nsimply divine.
\n
\nOnly Chateauneuf du pape,
\ncould grade it up!
\n
\nClassic, jazz and blues,
\ngemstones and shoes.
\n
\nBut only my heart you snatch,
\nEnduring a patch.
\n
\nBreak up! – the first,
\ndidn’t know its getting worst.
\n
\nEscaped – came back,
\ngot another smack.
\n
\nA msg I get,
\nthat you regret,
\n
\nthe desire is grown,
\nyou want to be alone,
\n
\nit\u2019s the end,
\nyou’ll be my friend.
\n
\nBreak up number two?
\nI did not have a clue,
\n
\nas of whether,
\nwe\u2019ve been together?
\n
\nOr not?
\nOr why, or what?
\n
\nA girl I met,
\nthat lost a bet,
\n
\non the cheak a kiss,
\nwasn’t bliss,
\n
\nabsolutely meaningless,
\nbut gave you lots of stress.
\n
\nAlthough you did the same,
\nMe – I took the blame.
\n
\nVery odd,
\nyou txt me a lot,
\n
\nIt was a test you mailed,
\ntelling me: I failed!
\n
\nBreak up number three,
\nwas too much for me,
\n
\nOn that occasion,
\nwe had no relation.
\n
\nMaybe revenge, don\u2019t know why,
\nyou choose an American guy.
\n
\nSo I let go.
\nThan your love went to Mexico,
\n
\nin between,
\nor within,
\n
\nthan, holy shit,
\nthe italien kid!
\n
\nI almost lost the street,
\nbeneath my feet.
\n
\nThan \u2013 exactly,
\nin my face directly,
\n
\nafter work, it was late,
\nat Ellens dinner we ate,
\n
\nover salad and greens,
\nyou spilled the beans,
\n
\nyou did admit:
\nyou don’t like the kid,
\n
\nand it\u2019s not to late,
\nasked me to wait,
\n
\nuntil you are free –
\nthan you’ll be with me.
\n
\nI swallowed the bait,
\nbelieving in fate,
\n
\nseven weeks or eight,
\nI was willing to wait.
\n
\nTime went past,
\nwas over at last.
\n
\nThen gently I mentioned \u201cus\u201d,
\nbut you made a big fuss.
\n
\nAfter 8 weeks of hope,
\nyou simply said \u201cnope\u201d!
\n
\nYou let me down,
\nI felt like a clown,
\n
\nlike a puppet on the string,
\nin my heart you stabbed a sting.
\n
\nBreak up number 4 it would have been.
\nWhy you are so mean?
\n
\nWanted to beg\u2026
\nBut broke my leg!
\n
\nFrom the bad to the worse,
\nfelt like hit from a horse,
\n
\nin every kind.
\nJusticia is blind!
\n
\nIn every manner,
\nI wanted to surrender.
\n
\nWhat happens to me?
\nIs it desteny?
\n
\nCould not restrain,
\nwith crutches and pain,
\n
\nI came back to China.
\nYour interest was minor.
\n
\nWhat a stupid move!
\nAgain you proof,
\n
\nparty is more fun,
\nthan a business to run,
\n
\nand meeting friends of some sort.
\nMe – being ignored.
\n
\nOn your bday I saw the truth,
\nto admit you refuse.
\n
\nHe is just a friend.
\nBullshit at the end.
\n
\nBut you said forget the past,
\nwe will – at last,
\n
\nend up together,
\nthat\u2019s the point of the matter.
\n
\nBut not yet,
\nyou are not set.
\n
\nSo I went home,
\nsad and alone.
\n
\nThen day after day,
\ninsane in a way,
\n
\nyou txt me,
\nyou miss me,
\nyou love me,
\nyou need me,
\nyou want to be
\nwith me,
\nyou and me,
\nwith joy and glee,
\nat elysium we’ll be.
\n
\nOn cloud nine again I float,
\nwhen the poem you wrote.
\n
\nFor me you would wait.
\nI took it again the bait.
\n
\nInnocent –
\nto the Philippines I went.
\n
\n3 weeks in vain,
\nnothing I could gain.
\n
\nUnbearable the pain.
\nyou broke up again.
\n
\nFrom the happiest man alive –
\ndown to break up number five!
\n
\nAt the end of my wit,
\nI guess it\u2019s the end of it.
\n
\nI cannot believe
\nthat you are a thief.
\n
\nSteeling my heart,
\ntear it apart,
\n
\nand step on it,
\nwith your feet!
\n
\nFrom now on, as a matter of fact,
\nthere is absolutely nothing I shall expect!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was in China at a time, in the evening at about 9\u2019. I left Jinling to hear you sing, after a day of frustration, \u201cDas Schiff\u201d was the destination. There it turned, the page, when I saw you an stage, shiny and bright. After that night, everything was alright. … \u201eNumber five\u201c<\/span> weiterlesen<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[80],"tags":[65,66,67,68,69,70,71,72,73,74,75,76,77,78,79,81,82,83,84,85,86,87],"class_list":["post-1805","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-englisch","tag-3-weeks","tag-8-million","tag-after-the-dask","tag-as-sure-as-eggs-is-eggs","tag-cactus","tag-elysium","tag-embodiment","tag-ferry","tag-four-reasons","tag-four-times","tag-its-over-again","tag-liaised","tag-loss","tag-no-one-can-guess","tag-number-five","tag-sandy-beach","tag-the-moon","tag-trapped","tag-why","tag-why-me","tag-words","tag-your-poem"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.philodex.com\/lit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1805","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.philodex.com\/lit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.philodex.com\/lit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.philodex.com\/lit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.philodex.com\/lit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1805"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.philodex.com\/lit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1805\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.philodex.com\/lit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1805"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.philodex.com\/lit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1805"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.philodex.com\/lit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1805"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}