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You rubbed my eyes, holding my face down, make me watch the busy streets, holding my hands. You took over the wheel, in a fast car changing lanes, you said that it was for the best, it was what I needed, holding my hands. You called me your holiday, some great fun under Ikea blankets, holding my shoulders; placing me behind the line, darling, you really could hurt me. You rubbed my eyes, holding an envelope, I’m drunk and smiling, I can’t feel a thing, what did you say? Holding my hands…

I saw you cover your face with the shadow of another man. You spoke something of expressions and back-up data. You spoke as if you’ve never felt pleasure; you were obviously speaking of him. I’m by no means jealous and I’m also not numb. I’m just softly swirling down.

I saw you moving places, constantly keeping up with his pace. You had a smile made from plastic bags. You had virginity wiped off your name. You had breath to waste on bad taste. I’m sitting down, eating fish. I’m not desperate; I just can’t forget. You have to end for me to begin.

Let’s talk about the bird and the bees,
And how you’ve swindled me.
How the floor turns cold,
Whenever you’re home.
And the matter of fact is,
That scarf looks like shit.
When the light go off,
The prey picks on the daydreamers.
Your doubt of hope,
On my frail little hands.
The ache lingers so bad,
And all you really need is a kiss.
From the adversaries of the enemy,
From the soles of this messy killer.
The starving works,
On the stains and pain.

Let’s talk about hide and seek,
And how good you are at swindling.
How safe and sound,
Your feelings could mean.
I’m just lonely sometimes,
And you’re like oily fingerprints.
Give me ice-cream,
Sprinkled with good loving.

If you could, I’m sure I’m not the only one at it. I know where your secrets went to. I was right, you were right, spot on. You were afraid, so you sang a song. I melt, I turn into subterranean swans circling your fingers. The thunder strikes into my lake. My ears bleed, my ears and eyes roll back into the small crevasses God created in me. Taking peeps, from the saddest place on earth. You were afraid, so you sang a song. I took your dress, I put it on, matching lipstick, high heels. I’m looking out for your father. The certificate for dodging bullets was very useful last night, slowly recovering from the bruises. How could you count my atoms with your two fingers?

You were running out of imagination.
Nice hair, I’ve always prayed that God be nice to your head.
I could feel your soul breathing up my face.
You were wide-screen, I watched it.
You had stencils of someone else on your vagina.
I took you to a cliff, I made you drunk, I made you leap into the sea.
I know you’re dead but I keep seeing you somewhere else.
No cigarettes, no sound, nothing to eat you with.
I made love like you; it was cautious and boring.
I had bread to sing to while you were putting on your make-up.
You wanted to stab me with a butter knife before.
You wore blue and skinny jeans, it made me horny.
All I need is the air that I breathe sometimes.
They called me gay so I had to kill you.
Put yourself in my place, without the bullshit and journalists.
I keep losing sense.
You remembered something; I could see that in your face.
You were very daring, talking to my friends.
I’ve always found it fair that you should be blind.
I would’ve married you and your sister.
I’m not crazy, not just yet.
I hope he sucks your nipples till they turn dark brown.
Unconsciously, I still love you but I’m not accepting it.
Fuck you, go away.

I can’t wait till you come back, girl. Things are folding back. I thought that you were walking up to me, I was starting to think funny, girl. I can’t wait till you come back. My eyes are turning owl, my feelings are walking next to me but I can’t listen to what they say because I can’t wait till you come back, girl.

When my mouth feels like mine and the words can’t make sense, it seems like things are folding back. I’ve thought about it sometimes when I threw everything away. But there is no way that my brain could accumulate. My shoulders won’t make a noise and I’m just bound to pick you back up anyway.

I can’t wait till you come back, girl. I can’t explain it, things are folding back.