Σάββατο, 16 Μαρτίου 2013

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I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’ happen.
your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you.
kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray.
it didn’ help.
you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.
I wrote back but never heard again.
a friend wrote me of your suicide 3 or 4 months after it happened.
if I had met you I would probably have been unfair to you or you to me.
it was best like this.

2 σχόλια:

Abraxas είπε...

και τώρα νοιώθω λίγο χειρότερα από ό,τι πριν...πφφφ

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Nemo είπε...

Έπρεπε να βάλω warning ή κάτι παρόμοιο από πάνω...