A Killing Star

By now I know – you are too far,
Though standing near. A shining star!
Your light is painful for me to watch,
‘Cause there’s another, who’s lit your torch.

When you’re beside me, you glare so bright,
And press your body to mine so tight.
You whisper something and lean to me,
I smell your tresses so you don’t see.

You let me feel like I’m not alone,
You sound keenly by telephone.
Your words of cheer leave much to hope
That you still here and yet involved.

But there’s nothing for me to guess,
When you say straightly: “I am possessed
By someone other. And that is true –
You are my brother I’m fond of too”.

To be your brother is hard to bear,
And act in manner as I don’t care.
So I am ready to quit this game,
But you’re calling me once again.

You send me stories no one has seen,
Recite the verses of you and him,
In private saying: “I wish I see
Your make up poems of you and me”.

How could I ever accept these words?
Too much temptation in such accords!
You’d better push me and let me go,
Throw the receiver with my “Hallo!”

Instead, you’re making me look so fool –
When I approach, you are so cool,
When I get out, you pull me hard.
I feel myself as a changing card!

And that another, who’s won your love,
How does he feel like when see your curve?
Is he too clever to solve your trick?
Or just his skin seems to be so thick?


By now I know – you are too far,
Though standing near. A killing star!
Tamed butterflies! Oh, you like to watch
They spin around just about your torch.

So I’ve decided to let you burn
In constellation of no return.
I’ll break the circle of endless three
To end the story of you and me.