The Hiding Spot

can't help it hate every bit of you. hate the way you look, the way we came across in the middle of a chit chat suddenly. definitely hate the way you look at me empty from all meanings but means a lot to me like a new wave I want to dive hate the way I hit the ground. hate the way you fuck lost in the void and the dark empty from all meanings empty from all feelings I'm feeling every bit of you. hate the way you talk think it means the worlds means all the things unspoken -that i wish to speak out- but I only hear the sweetness of the voice and see the smoothness of the lips. hate the way you smell can't say more can't miss more like coming home. hate the way you look fresh out of shower looks like a new born looks like something once mine that I'll never own but always belong to the boy who's never grown. hate the way I think leaves me out of words that are ever invented, spelled and spoken out like I've never lea...

'cause it’s enough to have the imagination to have the mind and the attitude to have the kind of coffee you have the kind of cigarette you smoke the kind of waste you do out of yourself the kind of sex you get the kind of lack you lack hoping you exist in a way you’ve never existed for anyone else

I am not the child I used to be enjoying the feeling of a freefall at the luna park. Luna parks are for dashing cars and I dashed and killed so many that it's not fun any more. And now I know, that it's coming to get me fast as could be. and now i feel ready for the big crush but it's not fun any more. Time to pay back, I know you need to make it even score a point or two, I know. but just don't let it come from him 'cause it's not fun any more.

My consciousness hyper- or hypo- you mixed with it. All that clues invalid now like you poisoned them all like you spoiled. You’re spoiled, a spoiled kid grown to a spoiled man but couldn’t grow inside you’re damaged goods do I still want it? Not really sure if you are the one who is spoiled, but one thing i know that you spoiled them all like a virus invaded and spoiled my only method to see to understand if you were one of that ones or just something that comes and goes away. You even spoiled him looks like him but talks like you couldn't even understand if it was him or you then couldn’t decide if you are. one two three him. It’s you not him. making me like in a movie not a romance one but something with a bit of a feeling don't know which. Holding me feeling nothing holding me I’m feeling the world. I'm not sure who you are who i am. Like, the old one is not present ...

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