23.06.23
I’ve never known how to trust
and let go
or how to smile carefree
to the threats of your inconsistency
Still with the bitter aftertaste of old abandonments,
I try my best to love you
and deceive myself
to believe you
But, oh, your love is such a farce!
so conditional
so contextual
so temporary
so fragile
it’s just your own painting on my canvas,
merciless words in front of your magical mirror,
a dance you could perform with anybody
as long as their steps follow your rhythm.
El Matallana
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