What makes me

What is the truth that I seek?

I want you to tell me that I hold grudges

as I keep the secrets you appreciate,

I want what is said with poison on the lips,

you appreciate it with your touch on my skin.

I do not want delusions in my imperfections that

are the angles of my body.

I want you to worship me with my crooked feet

but firm on earth to tell you your

dirty truths,

it is fine if you fear my need to be and recognize,

it's okay if you run away and leave me because I appreciate what I do not destroy from me for what you want,

however, do not think twice that I will be waiting for you among the ruins of the past that you are.

Because, I told you, I look for someone who loves me like he hates the fibers that make me.

T.M.