You made me wrote this (and I always hated writing)
Yours comes and goes destroys my heart, did he find someone now? Did he send a message? Does he still remember my name? Have you ever woken up with your heart racing just with the simple idea that someone else could be kissing me right now?
I walk on the streets and see children playing, I am afraid that one of them will become like you. Today, I found a petal from one of the countless flowers you gave me, just when I feel like a walking corpse. I don't laugh, I don't cry, I'm just here without really being here, the men who kiss my mouth, I can't remember their tastes.
How many hearts have you broken in the streets without even losing sleep over it? How many flowers do you have registered on your credit card? You come back and I find myself too weak to say no, you take my body, but you barely know that my soul is paralyzed. Once again you disappear, blaming me for something I didn't do.
You say you're tired of being in relationships with girls full of trauma. Poor rich boy, addicted to having his new toys destroyed by his own hands, addicted to the porn that makes you believe that woman can be destroyed by your dick. How many times did you believe in my empty words telling you how good it was?
You're not like the girls you destroyed, you have a career, a future, you even have a credit card with no limit and can go home to celebrate your job promotion. What does it feel like to be there and know that no one is going to hug you? No one is going to give you another empty word?
It's spring now, girls rebuild themselves just as flowers bloom on the streets. They have someone to admire their beauty, they can no longer be cut to be put on a shelf and die tomorrow. But you're there, so disconnected from the world that you saw the snowstorm hit your window. One sentence changes the end of the movie, but for you, there is no salvation.
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