Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/03/28/poesiascelta/
too late to take them,
I take them now,
that I can no longer understand where the dwelling is.
The peace that emerges,
I always choose the same person.
I am not one who begs,
the situation is getting worse.
Hope, it’s not around here,
the naked truth,
how I would like to see you and fuck you.
But it doesn’t matter, to go on …
Come on, but where?
I stand still, I do not jump.
Too late to choose you, to do it right,
but I would choose you a thousand times, as I would give you the penis.
Excuse all these references to sex,
it’s just another thing that I admitted.
If I had never met you,
who knows how it would have been,
maybe I would still be stuck,
in my past.
And after a long time you are a person that I have loved,
I am cursed: not a miracle worker.
Also because I know it would have been different,
I would not be one who writes and lies.
I have learned so much,
I know the right choice,
I feel like a mongoose,
Of all the things that have happened,
there doesn’t seem to be a right one.
You are a beautiful hot girl.
I feel like I’m being beaten with a whip.
And now that I can’t do it anymore,
I tell myself that what I’ve always wanted anyway,
was to choose only one thing:
thought more than it should.
I only choose you now,
maybe I would declare my feelings to you,
maybe it would be different …
So without getting hurt,
I choose you now that you are gone,
in case I come back, I don’t know …
ready for you, i will be.
By now I know my mistakes,
I’ll heal the cuts,
ships, without admirals.
I find now the right determination,
I can’t take any action …
nobody here understands my intention,
now I understand yours,
how stupid am I?
I learned the lesson…
I point my finger in your direction again,
as my destination.
Maybe it won’t do much, like hope,
but in my boldness,
I’m at least honest with myself,
I know a new dance.
Thanks, you know?
I always love you,
it will always be like this,
As crazy as it sounds,
it is thanks to you that I grow up.
I can be wrong in many things but,
never with the heart.