No title at all

asking:
why is my heart blue
and don't fly anymore
in this atheistic universe?...

you knew about my jealousy
and the hatred I harbored for whom
stand next to you
the contempt I bestowed
to whom by chance
swim in your eyes
you already knew that I was capable
to tear up all the photographs
from home for later
mixing the bits
and be able to sit
and build puzzles
of emotions
unnecessary
compulsory
inadmissible
take a shower absentmindedly
wash well behind the ears
behind the knees
run my fingers
full of soap
in the folds
behind the balls...

asking:
why is my heart blue
and don't fly anymore
in this atheistic universe?...