Dried Poppy Flowers: June 2011

Remember Me?

Do you remember me? The young girl who thought that she was in love with you. Do you remember our game? We were the main heroes of the play that we had created ourselves. Years ago it was a reality for you, while i was just playing my role. A role that was fake and unreal, a role that was just a result of my childish imagination. I almost turned the play into reality and it seemed scary, cause it was not me. I felt like i was on a stage wearing a mask of someone else. It took me very long to finally understand that the author of the script of that play was you, while i was just a doll in that game. I don't know what was holding me but something didn't let me leave the play even after knowing my real role. We both wanted to go, but we both couldn't leave, couldn't find strength to escape or even just to run away from each other, run away from ourselves. We were the prisoners of our own play, of the drama that we had written ourselves. Now it's just a memory, that game is nothing more but past. And sometimes I just wonder if you still remember me.

© LiLit Ghazaryan

Please.... Don't...

Don't... Stop.. Don't come closer. It's fine, i'll be just fine...

I know, this is one of those times when I need a hug so bad, but right when you come closer and hug me I will start crying. I need to be strong, I need to be able to hold my tears back. Please, don't. Your sympathy will make me even weaker, your words will touch my heart and go deep inside my soul, your touch will make my tears run down my cheek. Instead of patronizing just get mad at me, yell at me so i will come back to realization. Slap me, if you need to, so i will stop thinking too much. But don't come closer, don't try to hug me, it will make my heart melt and i won't be strong enough anymore to stand on my own feet....

Please, don't ...

The Stranger

He was a stranger... I was sitting next to him and tears were running down. I was crying because i hadn't cried for a long while and there were many different reasons to cry. My soul and my heart were crying and I was crying with them. And the stranger next to me was silent, but that silence was so special and so important at that moment, it was full of warmth. That silence said more then thousands words could have said, it was replacing all the pointless phrases and encouraging words. Those couple seconds, full of tears and silence, brought peace to my heart. An I left... Who knows? maybe i will never see that stranger again, but i will always remember him and will always be thankful for his silence.

I will be thankful that he did nothing, but was silent...