I Am Not THAT!… I AM THIS!…

I am not
described by these
epileptic diagnosis
and eternal midnights…
half dreams
and stamped lives…

I am not
this tattooed persona,
and not the lies
justified by your own mouth!…

I am not
the coagulated rhythms
of your googled thoughts,
and not the paragraph in which
ONCE you loved me!…

I am not
your Life Story
filled with anxious antonyms
and unlearnt lessons…

I am not
these epidermic proclamations
of your reiterated assumed pains…

I am not
the maze of your intricate conversation
filled by holographic nemesis
and self contradictory promises!

I am not
your reflected misread images
and scribbled immature emotions,
which… you collect for a white procession…

I am not
your days and nights
on which you spread your ink
as a fraction of MY Existence!…

I am not
your double “I”-s
and sampled love.

I AM THIS
tantalizing Verb called
“To Love”!

And….
I cannot be dethroned
from your Life Song!…

(Anca Mihaela Bruma — 31st March 2015)