i'm tired darling.
more now than
i've ever been
before; but i ain't
got a clue on
how to find
relaxation.
this city of mine
has finally drained
me of all strength.
do you think
that maybe, in
time we'll find
in each other a kind
of romance
that is non-fiction?
or am i for ever alone
in this fantasy
of becoming one
with you in
my fatigued arms?
this skeleton
frame of mine
isn't from drugs any longer-
no they're from sadness.
got no appetite in me
but i got tears raging
to come out in cavernous
forming gorges.
but darling please find
in you a way to forget
those things
i did to you out of spite.
back then i was only
a child, an infant.
this bottle of wine
in front of me numbs the whine
i feel inside;
yet forever nothing
can take from me that evening
i finally got to find
how your skin feels in my hand.
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