In this complex plot
Of the cosmos,
We know
The farce that looms
Over my reason
If you leave the orbit
Of my passion,
Blurring the firmament
Of my sanity.
I will never know the route
That leads to happiness,
As if a solar eclipse
Covered the small
Heart-shaped world
That spins frantically
In my chest,
Leaving a void
In its place.
I predict that after
Your tremor
There will be no strength
To restore
My shipwrecked emotions.
My sadness will grow
Like a parasitic vine
Flowering
In the shifting sands
Of my disappointment.
My thoughts get lost
Behind the opaque haze
Of uncertainty,
Like an acrobat
Without ground under his feet,
Defying the gravity
That sucks me
Into the abyss
Of despair.
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