Vienna Poem, by 𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱, at My poetic side

"don't I know you?" he asked.

"maybe once," I said.

"but I don't know many people now,

and I avoid meeting more,

so I can't see how."

it occurred in a place

very similar to the one you are in,

textures and colors and sounds,

I was the happiest I could've been.

for breakfast, I had wine.

he had cocaine,

though it made me cry,

he said he'd be the same.

I felt my heart explode

and my other entrails

fell right out my mouth

when they told me the details.

somehow my love had lied,

but my love, he always fails.

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