Don't you ever dare being kind to me. You know I hate people playing kind. I need blood cutting words to keep all the things in the right place. Don't you ever dare being nice to me. You know I hate people playing nice. I need harmful actions to keep all my feelings in the right place. Don't you ever dare being gentle to me. You know I hate people playing gentle. I need violent movements to keep all the desire in the right place. Don't you ever dare being anything but you to me. You know I hate people who are not you. I need you to keep me in the right place.
terça-feira, 25 de outubro de 2016
quinta-feira, 20 de outubro de 2016
there's a gap where we meet
I miss those younger and wilder days when you used to arrive home drunk as fuck and call me in the middle of the night. I miss those long conversations about trying to be healthier, but how delicious alcohol used to taste. I miss your careless way to talk about deep feelings making them seem just like playful things. I miss that time you used to like me. I miss loving you. What did we miss in the meantime?
sexta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2016
the only true friend I call mine
I don't think you can even imagine how happy I am now that you are back into my life. You know I'm not the kind of happy person, but our long talks through the night bring me that warmness on the heart. It's kinda like I'm back to the only place I could ever belong. You always have the perfect words to describe anything, including me. I think you're absolutely right when you say that we are not the type of people who can handle a sepia world. We do need colors. And our color is blue.
quinta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2016
what were you wanting?
Not sure if I should be missing our meetings. They've caused a mess we weren't prepared to face off. Yet I miss them. Not sure if I should be talking to you about all this. You've caused me a mess that I need to face off. Yet I don't know how to fight it. Pretty sure you don't even miss anything at all. It's caused you a mess you don't want to face off. Yet I miss you.
quinta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2016
the key
It's been three months since I first saw you. By that time we couldn't imagine that by letting you in I would let me out. By this time I wonder if it was a good thing or if we just opened the gates of my hell. I'm telling you that I can't put my desire on a lash anymore. Shame on you for not being here to see your masterpiece. It's been three months since I last saw you.
domingo, 18 de setembro de 2016
sweet sister
It's been awhile since the last time I laughed of myself. Talking to you was exactly like putting a mirror in front of me. It made me laugh. You made me smile again. If we weren't that desperate we would never come to each other. There's a popular saying about laugh and despair and we've just turned it upside down. And he will never know he is nothing else but our reward for doing that.
domingo, 4 de setembro de 2016
it started out with a kiss
It was supposed to be just a warm night filled with beers and laughs. But we were full of too many other things that should be pulled out. And we've made it. Halfway. Suddenly we turned the laughs into smiles. It was fateful. The beers weren't cold enough to lower the heat of our souls. I tried to kill the fire in your eyes with my mouth. Burnt my tongue.
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