I was on my way to meet a friend. I have a tendency of looking down so I can concentrate on not tripping or falling. He was late and I was waiting for him right in front of the Arc de Triumph. I looked up and I saw how beautiful the Parisian sky colored with variations of orange and yellow of the sunset in contrast with the mighty Arc de Triumph. I started crying. I had just broken up with the first boyfriend I had in 5 years. And I took out my phone and I started writing:

I remember when we were kids 

Swinging round and round, 

Sneaking around opening lids 

Of boxes and containers without a sound, 

Trying not to get caught. 

Enjoying and loving the wild life, 

Always eager to be taught 

How to cut the constraints with a knife 

Sharper than we were ever allowed to hold; 

Because we were wild my heart 

Wild and reckless or so we are told;

Not wanting adulthood to start. 

And suddenly, 

One of us had to grow up; 

And it had to be me,

Since I found you on the ground 

Bleeding from every corner of your being 

And I screamed and I cried for help 

But no one came.

So I took you, 

Healed you, 

Protected you, 

Locked you up so no one can ever hurt you again. 

And the years passed, 

I got too serious 

But you’re still wild and reckless. 

All for the better! 

And then I let you out,

To enjoy the wild life again 

Which didn’t last. 

Another had stabbed you. 

But this time, 

You refuse to heal; 

You think me cold, 

You think me brutal, 

You think me cruel, 

For locking you up again. 

But what can I do?

The world wants to suffocate you. 

The world wants to crush you. 

The world wants to take advantage of you. 

And You 

You my heart are full of love 

You my heart are sweet

You my heart are sensitive 

You keep me alive 

Without you I am nothing. 

And now I feel you are dying 

And I feel helpless 

I am sorry my heart