Preface To My Dedications To A Girl With The Glasses, Or, An Open Letter To The Woman Who Made Me A Lunatic Poet Comments

Souren, you expressed your feeling so well i feel your pain reading every word every line.. Your still young there so much oppurtunity the world has to offer.. you will find someone who deserve your loved someone who will love you back unconditionally pick up all the pieces that once shattered and start anew.. ging

You are high intelligent and express so well! ! ! May your path become clear dear brother Use you talent to write of the great wonders of life! The positive! Avoid lovers for now?

Thank you so much for your kind words Fabrizio.. I really wish you would make some times to read my poem and critique them.. I would love to learn the mistakes I commit and having my poems being seen from the eyes of man of your stature. It would help me to hone my skills as a poet..

Your final quote from Baudelaire (''Au Lecteur'', in 'Fleurs du mal') [BTW, it is ''mon semblable'': 'Hypocrite reader! — You! — My fellow! — My brother! '] is referred both to that girl AND to all of us, readers. And it is a very good quote, Souren.

this is a dramatic monologue, whose essential points are: ___________ I'm diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, BoRderline Personality Disorder, Major Depression, and a light dose of Schizophrenia, in which I do not even understand who I am. it reminds me of my own childhood sexual abuse that signals a traumatic experience a story of how I met a girl when I was eighteen, fell in love with her, got into some kind of 'relationshIp' with her when she herself proposed me, and then broke up with me, which was followed by a week long spell of terrible emotions where I could neither sleep nor eat hen after two years the girl came back, or rather I allowed her to come back into my life.. And for one reason or another misunderstood her, and when she said something that was so terrible that I became damaged.. Damaged for life.. after almost two and a half years after these incidents and that night of 'exaggerations', I am no longer the same person I used to be.. Nor am I aware who I meant to be or what I am supposed to do Whoever was responsible for this, no one knows, neither I'm completely innocent nor you are completely evil.. It's all hanging in between.. I now must find myself again, only through getting through you and that means, telling 'our' story, albeit in such a manner, that none shall understand.. But it must be done.. And as Baudelaire had once said 'Hypocrite lecteur! - mon sembable, - mon frère'... ___________ It is the necessary ''preface'' to the poems dedicated to ''A GIRL WITH THE GLASSES'' and it dramatically & vividly describes the beginning and the outcome of the story. A good one.. - well penned and structured write.