Rejection – poem

You looked into my eyes and didn’t find that incessantly destructive force called ambition.

We were strangers and thus remained, though your heart beat so vividly in front of me.

How could I not fall in love with the contour of your thoughts, the blurry areas when you stopped trying and resigned yourself to be.

How could I not love you right there with all my caustic love that burns through amiability.

You were and we were, together, for a fleeting moment. 

Though you went on staunchly with life, chasing pain and pleasure and I

Went back to my solitude that brings out the heartbreaking  cries of reality.

You went on razing worlds, and I kept on plucking flowers from among the rubble.


I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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