Człowiek bez właściwości.

to think I loved someone I really didn't know.
Perhaps that person never existed, I imagined him
maybe I didn't exist, and I imagined myself
from the very beginning and I poured
everything I had into us.
Everything I ever wanted, and for all those months
I was under the illusion I finally found happiness,
that no one will ever take away from me.
For- I loved and was loved, and love will last through everything.
Under one circumstance-
that it actually exists.
It was squeezed out of me,
as much as possible, as much as I allowed.
As much as I wanted myself.
-take all you want, draw all you want. It is all for you.
When after some time, I became weak, it turns out
I am no longer needed
Now, from day to day I am exchanged for someone else??