And I'm in love with your reserve
with what you don't give
with what I guess under the gesture
with what I dream of under your touch
and i am unable to love properly
since you
and I thought you gave, but you don't give anymore
I love your absences
Your smell that marks the corners of my skin
and I love your flight and your distance
i love when you come back
I love when you leave
and i write about love despite me
I love this wobbly and unhappy story
which looks like us
and maybe i'm wrong
and maybe you don't love me
and that you never loved me
but since I don't know how to love either
Fuck Love, except ours
and you are so silent that i am unable to speak myself
I shouldn't keep on loving you,
seeing you,
wanting you
But your body, but your body.
That's all I have of you. Your body and your absence.
Can we posses the absence?
And you will be that, come and go in my life
I don't want you to run away again
I know you better than you think
why don't you talk
And I need other dances to survive you
And I need other dances to survive you
other skins on my skin
other hands in my hair
other breathes on my neck
to survive you
So yes, I’m wrong.
And you probably don't love me
and you surely never loved me
but since I don't know how to love either
Fuck love, except ours.
Lily
