Reflections of faces getting caught in dark spaces, with wounded hearts.
Secrets revealed in awkward glances and lost chances.
Pursed lips, and stolen glances.
Tired eyes staring into illuminated screens, reflecting, deflecting, rejecting
playing the part in a show that no one cares to watch.
And all I want to do is scream.
***
How do you measure my love and then tear it apart?
I created a love story and it fell short from the start.
It seems clear that my imagination got the best of me
Again.
***
I no longer can settle for three forths of a man.
I can’t stand (on) mediocrity in the face of perfection.
That no longer holds my attention
Any more.
How much of your comfort would you give up for love?
I guess you will never find out.
Eleana Kouneli 
Ouch! Wounding. When to feel and when not to feel…..
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Feelings are meant to be felt ! no choice in the matter
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“How much of your comfort would you give up for love?” is the million dollar question… I love this poem, and wonder from its title if you have read it aloud in both Greek and English. I would like to hear that- because I can’t read Greek 😉
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thank you ! I’m working on a Greek version of it as well. and soon will do a reading of both!
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