DON'T EVEN START
Cut the bullshit. Don't even start.
Don’t look me in the eye. Just leave.
And spare the fancy speeches
and the sentimental farewells. Don’t make a scene.
Don’t say you’re sorry or that life
works like this: that everything fades;
that the world and time heal any wound.
I repeat, my love: get lost.
And take whatever you want. Everything we
once thought we’d share:
the books, the rosewood statues,
the records, the portraits, the pool table.
Don’t leave any address. Please:
I want you to fuck yourself, my love.
Don’t look me in the eye. Just leave.
And spare the fancy speeches
and the sentimental farewells. Don’t make a scene.
Don’t say you’re sorry or that life
works like this: that everything fades;
that the world and time heal any wound.
I repeat, my love: get lost.
And take whatever you want. Everything we
once thought we’d share:
the books, the rosewood statues,
the records, the portraits, the pool table.
Don’t leave any address. Please:
I want you to fuck yourself, my love.
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário