Saturday, 3 November 2012

Game

I can understand the feeling of leaving.
I can stare at all these damn things,
which make me weary and bleak.
But I can't allow my mind be dirtywet
because of fur, because of your waves,
because of the meaning of all the fucking world
at once.

Look how I am forgetting
what all your words meant.
Look how I am healing
all that reject flesh.
A patient is begging for help
while I come once again
in my thoughts.

You can't stay,
because I'm throwing you
from my feelings
every
fucking
single
minute.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, cielos…leerte Eme…

    Like a blessed knive, or a stormy wind, or the thorn that makes me bleed…

    You and your poetry. Your voice and its echoes…

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