don't harass me
stop teasing
and trying to get something
that i really have no ideia
what it is
but please stop
you don't want to see me angry,
or do you?
i explode
not like fireworks,
beautiful and colourful,
but as atomic bombs,
horrible and cruel
like knives that don't come
just from behind
because i say it to your face
i hurt
don't think
they're just impulses,
automatic,
difficult to turn off
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
