Te daré mimos cada noche.
Te pediré a Alemania diez mil gorras, para que nunca lleguen.
Me aprenderé tus canciones.
Te bailaré aunque me de vergüenza.
Fregaré, porque sé que a ti no te gusta.
Te miraré directamente a tus enormes ojos verdes.
Mantendré conversaciones con Tijuana.
Improvisaré para que te rías.
Imitaré cada uno de tus gestos.
Me ducharé contigo cada día.
Dejaré que me toques el culo cuando quieras.
Te haré todos los nachos del mundo.
Aprenderé a hacer café.
Aceptaré que te rías cuando digo que dejaré de fumar.
Te cantaré en el oído, aunque no lo haga bien.
Te llevaré a un libanés.
Nos quedaremos en otro hotel.
Te despertaré con besos y te abrazaré como te gusta.
Te pediré que me folles una y otra vez.
Te llamaré papi.
Haré caso de todos tus antojos.
Besaré tu culo de pollo.
Dejaré de hacerte cosquillas.
Y de ponerte besos de contrabando.
No me pondré el suéter azul que no te gusta.
No volveré a decir "pero te quiero"
Dormiré contigo cada noche.
No volveré a poner perfume en tu cama.
Te devolveré la chaqueta.
No tiraré más cosas cuando me quede a dormir.
Vestire de azul.
Pero quédate, porque te quiero siempre.
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You had passion and kindness 9 years ago ! I really love to see you as a mature person, not as a manipulative violent spoiled millenial.
Tu as un grand talent ma petite brute.
Dommage que tu ais décidé de te reconvertir dans l'ego-trip, le mensonge, la tromperie, la violence conjugale et le vol, au lieu de continuer la poesie. Tu ne vaut plus mieux qu'un rappeur triste aujourd'hui. Le partage de nudes en plus. Sorry, but you are actually about (your lexical field) "bitches", money, ego-trip, domestic violence...
I believed everything you said, until the end. All thruths and lies.
As a result, my heart. Actually. Changed. Shape. It's called takotsubo cardiomyopathy.
And it was painful in all ways possible. The physical pain is gone, but don't worry, we fucked my vascular and nervous system enough to never see, walk, and speak the same way ever again.
I am partly guilty, but you are guilty and responsible. You saw how easy it was to make me hurt since the very beginning. I remember a lot of your "jokes".
You aint better than these wife molesters you talk a lot about.
Congrats, you are not nice and not listened anymore. *clap-clap*
You closed the loop of your existence of exclusion and disrespect, you cursed doll... It's really dark, because thanks to your beauty, you won't notice it, you will listen to men's mating rituals and uglier girl's interest all your life, until you discover peoples thoughts on a lipsticked mirror at work.
Meditate for real, for once, love.
I don't even hate bullies. They just make me really sad about what humanity is. So I fight you all, you know me. Dumb as a mule.
Read a fucking bible, stupid facist. Domestic violence should always be punished. I am nearly awake now. After 6 months of recovery of your insane torture.
I didn't press charges yet. But tbh, I should and maybe I will.
I am sick and tired to be treated like you should. I look like a molester, you are a molester, and the press should know. I might be the man that is going to speak up. I already took enough on my head, I have nothing to lose but gaining sleep.