Intento que sea todo normal. Creer que no es raro tocarte y los nervios que estás tan blandito la piel tan suave que te hago bien y eso es todo. Me quedo en tu abrazo. Inmensa tu espalda que nunca terminan mi vista y mis manos.
You've been the sweetest Hell to me. You've been that motherlike friend I, so badly, longed for. You've been so many things but now you are no more. You illuminating my mind like the most miserable Lost i'll go through... Worse than any Other. None of the wicked men I've known have weighted and lasted so long inside my 'Failure's Bag' this way you do. Too many times I sink, as if an ostrich, my head in it. -And there you are, just staring at me- Your lips saying: "I can't" I feel crap and sorry. I was just such a shitbucket of a friend, I know. I fuck repeat: I'm really sorry, Please Forgive Me. But you would just stare at me: "I can't" I have decided I am going to shrug you off me. Although I probably end up sobbing. For the many times we danced together trying to break our bones. A misery dance. Wanting to destroy a curse on us, as if to exorcise our souls... down to the back bone. I shaked, and I still see you right in front of me dancing, nodding, beating as an ebony Negro Queen almost altering the way the Earth rotates, with our body pressure... with our powerful mindfulness. As the Maenads shaking their phenomenal weight. -Ready for the sacrifice. I run, I run the fastest I am able to. Hoping to leave your eyes behind. You are so fucking indispensable to me. "I can't" I can't shrug you off
My body Now I am a bit more like you. I can't get rid of you. I am glad since you will never go At All. Though you don't want me around. I've got you in my limbs when I'm trying to break my brain, just dancing so insane, self-destructing this damn way I think or act. None of the wicked men I've met has remained so long as you do, inside my 'Failure's Bag'. It is too heavy. Forgive Me, Please.