Sometimes the thoughts of others we leave tracks like this, thought stolen from Ana Elena Pena, a beauty that inspires me tonight, I share:
I want because I'm hurt.
not love me because you do not trust.
And maybe someday suspect
could stir as vermin, refuse a kiss, scratch you face, sleep with your best friend that you no longer feel.
But even though you swear that this would never happen,
not believe me,
and I want because I'm hurt.
Instead of licking and celebrate my scars, avoiding approach them, because I rememberp; iacute; as ...
And as I say,
that I am as much yours as mine,
no glimmer of doubt, even when hurt, (and you hurt me)
I want because I do not want.
And I'm hurt.
