Everything that I write is for a one man
Each post on Facebook
Every story every poem and all the glow in the photos
I write only for a one man
Even when it’s not about him I write for him
I’m running away from a place where I’m alone
To the people I become even lonelier with
If I need to go to another city all I think about is – shall I meet him there?
That’s why I write “How about meeting you in Cardiff?”
My every move, and these words in front of you,
These are for him, too
I bought a bread for an old homeless man, in the nearby bakery
And I didn’t do it because I would feel better that way
But because I saw this golden crispy bread down
to his hands
I’m running away from my sincere feelings
I’m running away from the real men
Sabotaging my love life for the
messages he won’t ever respond
But not because,
Oh, I know now, I want a man,
But because I want that what he has –
I want a centre of the inner women’s world.
Naida M. has published two books of poetry. She has a master’s degree in humanities. She survived the war in Bosnia. And loves to make cakes.