One of Us Is Crying

I feel so guilty, my dear friend. Like you, I am an honest person, I will tell the plain truth this time, begging you on my trope knees to forgive! I did what all my brothers did. Forgive my wild imagery, my baroque chain of metaphors, my desert without flowers and all my singing out of tune! Look what I did, open your eyes above your grass roots world. I made you waste your pristine love, your timeless memories, your treasured moments. I drowned your life in despair. I was so lame my friend, unable to shine brighter, to gather readers for your words to understand your real feelings. I’m a heartbreaker, I’m ashamed. No one looked closer in my eyes to see how many sleepless nights, headaches or smoking abuses I made you go through, only because you trusted me, believing I’ll be good for others. And the few who read me condemned you since I wasn't beautiful or attractive for them. Hell over me! You thought about paradise islands, your solitude, Robinson Crusoe’s Bible, white fairies hiding inside cherry trees... I am the one to blame. I was too greedy to express it all. Your feelings were forget-me-nots, I was a voracious weed killing those flowers one by one, a poisoned mistletoe climbing your tree of wonders. Do you remember when you ceased bringing life to my brothers, the other poems? Weren’t you happier those days? I don’t call you mom, it is too late for that and I am guilty for all your poetry dreams or harsh realities, my woman-poet. I drained your Milky Way full of newborn stars. I made you feel weak and despised. Please take it easy, open your eyes, forgive me. Leave me.