Take a look beyond, inside.

Cute ways I destroy

I tend to believe what people say
What an idiot
If they don't even know the meaning of their words
That words cut
That's why I like them so much

The stinging sensation
Let it be on my thighs and on my arms
Wait, no, just on my thighs
Come kiss the sensation of fire
Calm my burns with your tongue
Because I tend to believe what people say
And you said you were okay with who I am

I crave human connection.
Smiles, tears, wounds.
They all show how the person
Experiences the weight of the truth
It tends to show who they are
But we're always trying to hide it.

You told me you were transparent
How fool that I believed you

I couldn't break your heart
What kind of person would I be?
I owed you an explanation
But I preferred to run away

So, let me explain you, my friend.
I will make you love me.
I will make you beg for my words and invent feelings for my touch
I will make a poet out of you
A muppet.
What's the difference? When we write what they tell us to write.
(That's why I'm writing so unconsciously, to stop being a muppet)
And then I'll crush your heart.
Because after all, you weren't what I thought.
After all, my fear is still so latent in my skin and the pores are sweating traumas from my past. Ideas keep rushing and blood keeps running through.
What body? What life? You've seen the pleasure of destroying something beautiful and you feel in love.