Maybe all this shit
is about silence,
about broken vows
and breaking promises
every single morning.
Maybe I’m this crazy
because of some god
or some devil’s fault.
I look back
and doubt about us…
Maybe I loved you,
maybe I didn’t,
maybe I still do
maybe I’m falling in love
right now
and right here
(with you or with myself).
Probably it’s all about
giving me a reason to fill
- with my own blood -
the pages of this sad notebook.
It’s stupid and delicious.
It’s about
tying my shoes
every morning
on my bedroom
and untie them
every night
sited in a different couch,
next to whomever
the night brought to me.
-
You were absolutely right when you said:
“That’s the risk you have to take if you want to date a girl like her”
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