chlorineskin
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[ ➵ #239 poemas. 30/7/18 ]
Something about the way that you walked into my living room.
Casually and confident looking at the mess I am
but still you, still you want me.
Stress lines and cigarettes, politics and deficits
late bills and overages, screaming and hollering,
but still you, still you want me.
Oh, I always let you down.
You're shattered on the ground
but still I find you there
next to me.
And oh, stupid things I do
I'm far from good, it's true,
but still I find you
next to me.