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by ​Ana Surguladze
She thinks I’ll fall in love with her and end up heartbroken-
brings an ironic smile to my face all the time.
Little does she know,
there’s only one growling storm between the two of us,
and it’s named after me.
She tried to kill herself twice,
but how do I tell her my whole life has been a suicide attempt–
Not so successful 
But I still have time.
She had lovers,
and I had none,
but if love is just an illusion why would I let it warm up my bones,
settle my wavy ocean.
She thinks she’s cold, 
should I tell her that I’m colder?
And her eyes are soft, but should she know 
that mine are softer?
She says I can’t impress her, but I don’t mind,
for I know how impressive slamming the door of my life will be:
out of the blue,
without a word.
How do I tell hers I’m the monster she thinks she is?
lonelier than loneliness itself,
heavier than any feeling she has ever carried.
Maybe I’ll leave the signs,
maybe I’ll leave them everywhere,
you just find them,
just find them 
Please…

Ana Surguladze considers herself a very usual person but always reminds herself that the universe gave her the advantage of being able to materialize her thoughts and feelings. She even thinks she does things for the sake of inspiration rather than an actual reason.