#Poetry:”Toxic relationships”.

You declare yourself a friend,

and expect things from me.

You do not understand,

how wrong is this?

Friendships are spontaneous,

your way of doing,

it’s toxic.

You don’t accept me,

you are like others.

You look at me badly,

you’re just a jerk

which is better to lose.

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#Poetry”My condition”.

Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/16/poesiala-mia-condizione/

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In the end I accept this new condition of mine:

since now I’m broke my balls,

other opinions.

I still have those of others in mind:

like: if you have problems with a girl you like,

call her a “little bitch” or a “slut”, even if she is not,

even if you don’t think so.

As if to make me hate her,

when I do not want and am not able to hate it.

And then, I don’t want to do it, towards those I was fond of.

Here I am, in fact,

to defend a person who no longer speaks to me.

Trying to start thinking with my head,

with reasoning that goes differently,

against the tide… Against everything that has guided other people.

Because maybe this will make others feel better,

but to me, only worse.

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