//стихи хз

what i couldn't do was forgive my believing
in your few motives and stop me from fearing
that losing you meant for me losing the world
and fighting meant dozen of well-broken bones


now it's been a year. or maybe two now.
i don't bother counting, but i can't turn the tune down
it’s all about you.
and the shit you inflicted.
i wish i could curse you and not seek forgiveness.
but when i sit, lonely, and die from my boredom
or see pretty ladies i look up and down now
i can't stop the trembling from forming, remembering,
and stilling, and running, and hiding, and wailing,
and tearing, and wishing, and willing, and failing,
and shaking, and itching, and inching, and scratching,
and mellowing, stalling, and crying, and bellowing,
and hoping i never see your face again.