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Escape from/with love

Go away.
Close the door
after yourself
although I know
that you stay in my thoughts,
run away,
I'm not for you..
You will find some woman,
she will soak up your tears
she will smile at you
while you brush her hair.
Close the door,
it's cold outside
but maybe without you
will be even emptier.
And I know where you are
but alas, I will not come
and I know you love me,
that's what you told me,
but you can't understand me…
And where is the point
to be with devil
if you wear a cross around your neck..?
And wasn't I wrong
again as soon as darkness
I left, and the light beam
with my heart I followed?
Loving me, I know, it's hard
to understand me - impossible
but is it wrong tonight
to sleep alone in my bed
and to think there is someone…
someone with whom
everything is possible?!
I know you like
my every smile
but you probably guessed
that the rainbow appears
only after loud thunder.
And is it right for you to look for me,
when the day comes again?
When you laugh, when you kiss,
captivated by my dress
in this quiet evening,
come to me at night
but without pretending.
I want to break up
the windows in pieces,
I want to know that with you
I'll be there next night too.
Hug me and don't let me go
even if the air stops,
let me be
your pain and a moment of hope.
Love me boldly
without unnecessary words,
the night, you said, is young
and very little space
there is between us.
Light a fire
from my hands ice cold,
drop the curtains so I can't see
the lights of the confused city,
be with me here and now
to turn the world upside down with our love.
To be a ruin, to be a fury,
can't you see how much I want you
and I'm getting closer to you
you know - covert but on purpose.
To feel alive
is my soul, even broken
into a thousand pieces…
I want you close, this one
and every subsequent night.
And when the sun rises -
dig your fingers in my hair,
smile banally,
but not by force
and tell me about your dreams,
about the day spent
by the fireplace in the living room,
about the morning so longing.
And about the woman you love -
still so icy, snowy...

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Last few words: 
Translated from Bulgarian. Proof that we should never run from our true selves.
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Comments

Do you use a online translator?

Nice poem here, full of realism, and toughing descriptors.

My only suggestion woulf be to find some stanza breaks in it. That makes it easier for your readers to “get it” -what you are attempting to impart.

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Yes, I use Google Translate, but it is a fact that my knowledge of English is also important - the translator sometimes translates my words wrongly. I'm glad you like my work. Realism is something very important to me and my poetry. About the division into stanzas - it can really help the impact of the text, thank you.

Dari Georgieva

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