Pieces Of You In A Pair Of Dreams (Chapter Four) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

I lift my hand, and point the finger at the heart that today
is not loving me anymore,
I shoot and you fall down
like the rains that fall from the sky.
I'm mad.
You always fell in love with everyone else.
Now you'll fall for me too
at least here, where is no one else to love.

The end of the world is about to come
through the apocalypse of love.
Too bad I'm already dead,
it would have been nice to have my heart broken again.

Here,
I'm proud of my pain.
It's the only thing I have enough,
but somehow I wish you'd be proud of me too,
and you'd tell me that my words were more than his.
I'll tell you something that no one understands:
'I still want to marry you',
white and freckled bride
I do love you.