My parents could never teach me

 

Thinking that,

love was something so much more than one person could feel

and only loving one person was not the only necessity nor real

to rip out and open the whole heart

and love without the limits and forms

like a scream into a hole 

being too young

tasting every drip of the living breath

saying I am alive

 

loving like a healing touch

with curious minds and hungry souls

reading a person like long written note

the moment and the morning haze

pocket full of moneys spent

die heart fans, long live legends

fresh smoke, burning livers

 

loving like loving the whole existence

no judges, no juries

windows closed, broken door locks

I love you cause you deepen my soul

you are the first breath of a hangover

still feet but ground is shaking under floor

thinking that

my parents could never teach me how to live or love

because both of these were suppose to be free

and that is something both of them never are