Don’t make things up
Don´t
bullshit me. Don´t make things up.
Don’t look
me in the eyes. Just leave.
And spare me
your eloquent speeches
and the
fakes goodbyes. Don’t make a scene.
Don´t say
that you are sorry or that life
sometimes is
like this: that everything is forgotten;
that the
world and time heal any wound.
I say it
again, my love: disappear.
And take as
much as you want of all
we one day thought
we’d share:
the books,
the palo santo sculptures,
the
records, the portraits, the pool table.
Don’t leave
an address. Please:
I want you
to fuck yourself, my love.
Matilde Cabana
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