My devotion to you is sole, rare and unadulterated. I stare
at you with my eyes opened wide and clear. I cannot miss a beat or word you expel,
I want to devour you. Everything that comes out of you I plan to keep near me,
because there is nothing I don’t adore about you. But suddenly everything’s
changed, there’s a delusion of madness growing inside of me, aching to eat you
up and lock you in a bird cage. The hours or minutes apart from you makes it worse,
the pit of degradation is absorbing my intestines, and minutes unconnected make
me feel a whole lot more insane than you used to make me. When we’re lying together
in my bed, I want to melt into one; I want to subtract the wretchedness or
martyrdom you’ve ever felt before. Absorbing the misery and grayness, I plan to
conquer you, deleting past lovers or unused feelings. My complete devotion lies
on you, my will, my whole, my teeth and claws are breaking if you’re not with
me. “…Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me”.
jueves, 21 de marzo de 2013
uoy eroda I
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