Loving you is like eating crushed glass.
Sharp pieces hurt my throat,
Bleed with the unsaid words,
Loving you is not a ride on a merry-go-round,
Has its ups and downs but is always fun, no.
It reminds more
Of being smashed on a breaking wheel,
Bone by bone,
Hope after hope.
You serve me pain as if it was cocaine.
I make lines of it
On my wrists
And snort it
Through a rolled illusion,
My good love is not good for you.
It gives you nausea and butterflies.
You quickly tear apart
Before anyone could see
My heart is a strawberry
That you refuse to eat
I try to feed you, look how tasty it is.
But you want bags of worms,
And ache that’ll break
You into half-man,
I give you a box of feelings for dessert.
This lemon pie is Joy
And that creamy mousse, next to Intimacy juice,
Now you vomit in the colors of the rainbow
Stain my new dreams
We’re stuck in here
In this tight eternity,
At this never-ending table.
Me with strawberries and you with glass,
Stared into each other’s eyes
You with strawberries and me with glass.
We’re dying of hunger.