not even a dagger through the heart would make me forget you

'These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die like fire and powder which as they kiss consume'

if I didn't already know.

that I’d be lying in that crypt forever

(you’d never look for me there).

I’d already lay there.

with pale blue lips.

fooling the living.

to thinking my life was over.

because it feels that way.

those moments when you look at me with those hollow eyes.

and I wonder if you really care

(did you ever).

you have no dagger.

hidden in your clothes.

ready to end your life without me.

you don’t know that I’m standing here beside you.

dying a little every day.

a little more dead with every heartbeat.

 

(I write all my feelings of you in a notebook with a bird on the cover.

emotions translated into ink.

red.

blue.

green.

black.

I change the colour of the ink again and again.

as if it would make any difference.

me writing my feelings in different colours.)

 

and then you touch me.

as if you cared about me.

as if I was someone you wanted to keep warm when I was cold.

but I’m cold all the time.

because you’re not here.

more than a few

fleeting

fiddling moments.

 

so I sit in my crypt.

freezing.

pale and blue.

waiting for you.

for your dagger to find its last resting place.

in my heart.

Author's Note

Another translation from Swedish, very tricky to get the words right sometimes.

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

powerful love story....You are lucky to have more than one language...I still struggle with English...This was a very emotional tale you told and it seems to have translated very well

[Yheela]

Thank you, your comment is greatly appreciated!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sorry about the spelling just rushing and deafened by a deluge of summer rain!!!!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This is wonderful. Full of imegary and such poignant emotion!! I LOVE your writing.

[Yheela]

Thank you ever so much, makes me happy that you enjoy it.

[Roger Ferguson II]

ah so this was originally in Swedish? i wish i could read the language so that i could read the original. i find that you always lose things in translations. this piece though still speaks beautifully, and without out the note i would never have known it was translated. it expresses the grief of love gone bad masterfully. good write.

[Yheela]

Thank you, there are nuances that differ when reading the original - it's not possible to have an exact translation. But the message stays the same, and the feeling.

[Sheila Kline]

A very interesting take on a romance turned cold - perhaps even one that never reached the point of passion one desired. I especially like the last verse. And, I don't speak Swedish, but it seems your translation "hit the mark"! Very nice!

[Yheela]

Thank you very much, it's always a little tricky to translate.
I never feel insecure when writing in English, but when translating it can get frustrating sometimes.