>modra spalnica…

>hurt me but
for pities sake dont love me!
that thing, those words
just might kill me.
i need the sour taste of hatred
and pain is easier
to withstand
than one single, infinitesimal
moment of your affection.
i can feel you touching me
but i cant see you.
my eyes are shut tight
against a corporeal memory
that could fuse into my mind
like the shards
of a shattered dream
the intractable fantasy smashed
into pathetic, bawling
burning pieces of hostility.
hurt me, rip me in two
consent to my loathing of you
allow me to blame you when you are gone
because for a short while i loved you.

ps- tole prebrala pri mo2dra. zavidam tistemu, ki je to napisal.