it started in March

when you looked to my eyes

i have lost and found
in that minute im still
your girl
dancing on street
in a cap
what reminds me of you

holding my hands,
watching my sight
now you act like
You don't even
miss me

your hands on my throat

a cigarette in your mouth
I can't stand one second with you

i remember
when you held me so tight
on cold rainy mornings
with the damp
on the grass
but now I can't stand
1 minute with you

so you have to tell me

is it complicated
or you love her
even your gallery is full
with my pictures
but you never answered my questions