Poetry

It Can’t Always Fit, Can It?

I went to Hamburg with a good friend and
A boyfriend who was wearing grey clothes all
The time. During diner, the boyfriend said he
Loved everything that is logical and

Precise, I said I was romantic and loved magic
And beauty of life. So he and the good
Friend started laughing at me, they said I was
Irrational, so I stared and kept quiet.

The same night, I did not follow them to
The nightclubs, the boyfriend danced a lot
With the good friend and another person.

When they came back, I remained silent,
I ate a lot of chocolate before going
Back home with an ex-boyfriend and a fake friend.