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You use me for your pleasure
And continue on your merry way
While here I crouch in the bathroom, alone,
Staring at the lock on the door as I remove a sock.
Or is it locked? I'm not sure!
Let me check the damned thing again.
Of course, it's locked,
But I can no longer trust it.
So my eyes stay locked
Upon the Dishonest Door,
And my fingers shake
As I attempt to unbutton my shirt.
But what if you're lurking
Somewhere in this bathroom so small?
You were quite flexible, you know.
So I check in the cabinets,
In the shower, and in the can.
There's nobody there,
So I look back to the lock
On the Door of Lies,
And try to convince myself you're gone.
And continue on your merry way
While here I crouch in the bathroom, alone,
Staring at the lock on the door as I remove a sock.
Or is it locked? I'm not sure!
Let me check the damned thing again.
Of course, it's locked,
But I can no longer trust it.
So my eyes stay locked
Upon the Dishonest Door,
And my fingers shake
As I attempt to unbutton my shirt.
But what if you're lurking
Somewhere in this bathroom so small?
You were quite flexible, you know.
So I check in the cabinets,
In the shower, and in the can.
There's nobody there,
So I look back to the lock
On the Door of Lies,
And try to convince myself you're gone.
Literature
Encounter
I came home after a long long time and in the hallway
I bumped into a seventeen year old girl.
I said ‘it’s me’ but she shook her head like
there was water in her ears and salt in her eyes.
I said ‘it’s okay’ but she looked at me blankly.
I said ‘it won’t kill you’ but she hurried past
and turned that dark corner.
In the room I grew up in
I opened a wardrobe and an old friend fell out,
the yearbook photos where we sat side by side
staring the camera down. Arrogant and eagle-eyed.
That year it rained and I wore his jacket
until it smelt like him and me and his hair
and my smile
Literature
Tell me how
Tell me how
you can cause me
to turn red at a single phrase
Tell me how
you can cause me
to even forget my name.
Tell me how
you can cause me
to trip over my words
Tell me how
you can cause my
heart to be stirred.
Tell me how.
Because m'dear
Literature
''Sere breve''
Dulce es el azúcar
al igual que tus manos
como el calor de mil veranos
es el vivir en este mundo urbano
sin estar a tu lado
sin la suave y grata mirada
de tus ojos que no dicen nada.
Como olvidar que un día hablamos
nuestras manos tomamos
y miradas cruzamos
ahora todo ha cambiado
buscare en cada llano
y en cada altiplano
tus perdidos abrazos.
Agrio tus besos
como el un invierno
pero odio el caramelo
y amo el frió en los huesos
recuerdo que no he olvidado
todo lo que he silenciado.
-Conni :D
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