I do not know, I do not understand a reason why.
Even the feeling is great, huge, infinite, eternal ... but something is not, not, it was sold out, died ... do not know.
The inexhaustible source of madness, pleasure, and can not find, was lost in what we said ours.
I lean on his chest looking for that passion that I uncontrolled but I find nostalgia, melancholy ... I hold against it more and find protection. A foreign protection, incomununicable, temporary protection, confused, suddenly, repressive, traitor, protection could not explain.
I still lay on his chest trying to reconcile a dream, trying to hide the fear, panic, anger is reduced to impotence in one act, the strong embrace.
I still lay on his chest, nestling in his arms, those arms which ejected me with hatred but yet they are the only ones able to stand.
I still there, waiting for fresh sample of your hands or the gross response and rigid in his innocent violence.
Yes, if I love him.
Hours go by, do not sleep. Sleep, but at times, jumping, is looking at me tenderly. It does not want to be rude to me, but can not. And I can not act with the smarter, less idiot.
We took a couple of beers and talk about life, I look ... but not observed as before. Is that next to me, was watching me because I can feel it, but sometimes I felt his anger on me, I feel his criticisms, all valid and I ... more and more miserable.
No, not bad.
No, I'm not your victim.
need to tell you so, I might not say anything. You know me?
I confused look in the mirror and my mouth was bleeding, my eyes took a dark, even darker, my eyes dried alone, look at my body, fingerprints, my clothes destroyed by your hands and cry threw me out of bed, a scream with words I will never forget.
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