''i want to fuck you all the time,,
I should be excited. I should love her for that. I should live in an 80s Italian love movie where all the paths lead to Rome and Rome to Love.
I wasn't exactly feeling like this. I didn't know exactly. What does that mean? fuck you all the time ?
Is our relationship just about sex? Or is it about a love that strong and deep that the significant other's passions and everyday's torments are about being a fusing love, letting the air getting hard to breathe? a corpse vague and unclear ?
That feeling —not of being used because we're using each other- but more like jumping in a world full of angels, and you know you could make all of them turn into demons if you're not the true one, flew and flows always and again and everyday all in my body. Just like the river who forces the rocks, and with a little luck, maybe you could wish to be a limestone, when the water just gently sliding in every single little pore that you are, like all the beauty products and spells girls from Rome aspire to, and you both could just make one before gravity yells at her to get home, and there she left you soggy and spineless while every single part of her is impregnated in you, every part of you will make never remain more than your feet, to walk, to run, and to never come back. It's not the type of dreams that granite blocks like me could wish to aspire to, maybe i should be happy of not taking the risk of being spineless, but the truth is that spineless is for those who didn't take risks enough or enough risks to feel anything. Anything more than nothing. Nothing is for those who don't come back.
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Poèmes.
Poetryjuste des revues, des écrits ponctuels de mes tourments, de mes envies ; dans une optique d'introspection et de description de mes sentiments d'un aspect fugitif, baroque ; plutôt qu'une représentation stable et conceptuelle de la réalité. Bonne lec...
