Us

Oh, my life,

Your friends have come to me to confess how it is that you have buried your claws in another person. That their blood is fresh and their laughter is free. They comment it with pride and the search for jealousy.

Oh my dear,

Didn't you tell them? Didn't you laugh with them? How I fell on my knees before your shadow in despair? That my laughter was sad and raw because I was broken from a dead birth. That I looked for you when you were lost because nobody thought of you and I was left alone grabbing your side that was bleeding. 

Did you feel ashamed?

Oh, my idiot,

I don't give a damn. 

She has the golden curls and the freckles of the devil, she knows how to dance naked on the roofs and kiss you with lips of liquor. She can be of the drugs that are unknown. 

I hope she brings you to your knees. Perhaps with luck, you understand what it is to carelessly love a selfish being.

Let your friends go and howl to the moon as I have smiled wickedly while they looked for wounds, I hope they tell you that they did not find what you had described.

Oh, I,

Let me tell you that my claws are buried in nothing. There is no despair, there is no other and it is a grimace of disappointment.

T.A.