contronymy

writting to you a poem
as if it's the last thing i'll do
I could use some rage words as
melancholia
caress
tenderness
but you'll still misunderstanding me
or I still hiding
that when I say rage
is just loneliness
and when I say loneliness
it is you
stealing my breathing
depriving me of affection
and it's me
losing myself
again
in the ruins
after the heartquake
never a pause
one death after another
corpses accumulation
in my love words's drawer