Behind the Veil of the Unspoken

I surrender myself—because I know…
you will teach me to love again.

I cannot hide my tears—
there is a kind of pain…
that never cries out.

It remains silent, still,
wrapped tight around the heart—
until your deep embrace…
changes the way I see.

I have used my feelings…
to establish you in words—
all this sickness, wounds, helplessness will be abandoned
the very moment I forget you.

Purity often exists only within suffering…
God does not grant everyone the capacity to realize this.

To me, your partial attention was
the last resource for my survival—
like wind urging flight from the edge of a mountain.

You are the great "truth" of my life—
is this merely a well-designed delusion?

Beyond good and evil
I am a crippled insect
twisted and fallen—
cursed, very much so.

What happens next is
one of the most touching moments of my life—
where irony and tenderness perfectly merge in your touch.

This is the finest moment of my life—
where you came as love, as quiet courage,
as love without expectation.

I heard a gentle whisper of truth deep in your chest, and
became busy transforming our conversation into art.

So busy that, understanding everything, it remained hidden
behind your faint smile—someone…
who could never truly accept me.

Still, I continue making a perfect plea for survival.
Finally, when I freed you—
you stared into my eyes, speechless and unblinking.

Yet we had walked together for so long on this mysterious path…
that was completely unknown.

Still, you never once told me harshly—
to sever all connection.

Why did you send me away carrying this bitterness?
I have denied even my soul's final word—that I can write.
But why did I destroy that possibility with my own hands?