she’s very tolerant of her behavioral problems...
"this is not about you or me, so relax…
it’s about some other exceptionally nymphette who touched people in that nerve area…
…who drank to dull the pain of a messy breakup and ended up paying her dues in one of those “intensive medical rehabilitation facilities”…
…who had a lot of anarchy in her and didn’t conform to the expectations of what others held and always went her own way…
…who was always exfoliating quiet hysteria from her pores and quarreling with anyone who wasn’t moved by her misery…
…whose mercurial flickers of emotion and lascerating self-exposure often made people feel like they’d overdosed…
…who only stayed in her last relationship because because she was “fucked-up” and “addicted to it”…
…who played on other people’s weaknesses and whose only challenges were the ones she imposed on herself…
…who had an understanding of suffering and was usually awake until 3 a.m. devising her next romantic coup…
so relax, this poem is not about you or me…
…and even if it was, we’d never recognize ourselves… because there are too many others out there just like that…
…and i have only the gods to blame for that…"
Escrito por Luxy às 09h06
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