IN ORDER TO KILL A LOVE By Hernán Bravo
You need so little in order to kill
a love, a mock, an anger, a small betrayal.
So that will flood your eyes to cry, to turn
off your illusion and your idols become
cardboard.
They abandon your illusions, the myth, the confusion.
Things become clear now as they are.
You discover that he was not a nobleman, a king
or a demigod, an that he is just a man that
never loved you.
So they pass half life chained to an error, it is
better to discover it one day, than die without
understanding.
You have heard a thousand times nobody dies from
love. But there are those who die with despair because
lovers have fragile hearts, that hurt with the cruelty
and the words without compassion.
A look of ice and the soul breaks in two.
You feel that the clouds cover the sky, that not even
God is listening. Then a shooting star in your gray dawn.
Even when it hurts it is better to end it.
Better you alone living happier because
a treacherous lover has just made you suffer.
From Solitude and Poetry Copyright ©1999 Hernán W. Bravo
Used with permission
 Hernán W. Bravo
is a Chilean Canadian poet, writer and actor, who is the author of more than ten books of poetry and short histories. He is an active member of the MSA Poets Potpourri and coordinated the 2006 Blue Moon poetry reading series. Hernan is also a member of the Chilean society of writers and was a recent winner of three literary prizes in an International Writers festival in Chile.
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