летят года

Ольга Козлова-Лосева
***(14.09.2023)
Летят года.
Часы идут.
Я больше ни кого не ожидаю.
Лишь потому что потому,
Растрачивать себя не стану ...
На пустоту, В которой меня не ценят и не ждут.
На пустоту в которой меня не любят.
Такое мне не нужно, вот.
Такое-убивает не на шутку.
Да, я одна!
Да, пусть что будет то будет!
Зато, не больно... Не больно на душе,
От боли что нанесли когда-то...
Хотя б невольно.
И чувства они мои,
Они живые и ощутимы.
Они чисты, правдивы, как всегда.
Не жду ...
Не плачу...
Не кричу, от боли...
Той, нанесённой мне тобой,
За ожидания, влюблённость.
Да, да!
Ты, не ослышался-влюбоенность.
Всё я отлично поняла,
И такмкак есть без изменений приняла.
Без тех обид и оскорблений нанесённых.
Я, понимаю!...
Понимаю, всё...
И больше не живу вся предоставлена,
Тем ожиданиям.
Во мне лишь настоящее живёт.
Во мне надежда не умрёт.
Любовью сыта, я твоей по горло.
Нет ни обид.
Ни боли больше нет.
Есть лишь одни и только чувства.
Что, ты, никак всё не добьёшь.
Они крепки... И разбить их не возможно...
Летят года.
Часы идут.
Я больше ни кого не ожидаю.
Лишь потому что потому,
Растрачивать себя не стану ...
На пустоту, В которой меня не ценят и не ждут.
На пустоту в которой меня не любят.
Такое мне не нужно, вот.
Такое-убивает не на шутку...
***(14.09.2023) Years fly by. The clock is ticking. I'm not expecting anyone else. Only because because, I will not waste myself ... on an emptiness In which I am not appreciated and not expected. To the emptiness in which I am not loved. I don't need that, here. This kind of thing kills in earnest. Yes, I am alone! Yes, let something be! But it doesn't hurt... It doesn't hurt my soul, From the pain that was inflicted once... although it would be involuntarily. And they are my feelings, They are alive and tangible. They are pure, truthful, as always. I'm not waiting... I'm not crying... I'm not screaming, from the pain... the one inflicted on me by you, For expectations, falling in love. Yes, yes! You heard right-love. I understood everything perfectly, And so I have accepted it without changes. Without those insults and insults inflicted. I understand!... I understand everything... and I don't live the whole life anymore., Those expectations. Only the present lives in me. Hope will not die in me. I'm fed up with love, I'm fed up with yours. There are no hard feelings. There is no more pain. There are only one and only feelings. What, you can't get it all done. They are strong... And it is not possible to break them...
Years fly by. The clock is ticking. I'm not expecting anyone else. Only because because, I will not waste myself ... on an emptiness In which I am not appreciated and not expected. To the emptiness in which I am not loved. I don't need that, here. This kind of thing kills in earnest. Yes, I am alone! Yes, let something be! But it doesn't hurt... It doesn't hurt my soul, From the pain that was inflicted once... although it would be involuntarily. And they are my feelings, They are alive and tangible. They are pure, truthful, as always. I'm not waiting... I'm not crying... I'm not screaming, from the pain... the one inflicted on me by you, For expectations, falling in love. Yes, yes! You heard right-love. I understood everything perfectly, And so I have accepted it without changes. Without those insults and insults inflicted. I understand!... I understand everything... and I don't live the whole life anymore., Those expectations. Only the present lives in me. Hope will not die in me. I'm fed up with love, I'm fed up with yours. There are no hard feelings. There is no more pain. There are only one and only feelings. What, you can't get it all done. They are strong... And it is not possible to break them..