Welch’ wunderschöne Stimme diese Frau hat und mit welcher Intensität sie diese preisgibt, lässt mich faszinierend – beide Daumen unterm Kinn liegend, den Rest der Hände zur Faust gebildet, linke Zeigefinger die Lippe berührend – und gespannt vorm Laptop sitzen.
Take my word for it, I’m not worth it. I ignored you all night and you don’t deserve it. Morning, bathtub, my skin soft and hot. I was sure you were right but you’re not, you’re not. I contemplate my ruined fate. Someone will hurt me so bad one day and you’ll resonate or I’ll apologize. Or maybe I’ll make the same mistake twice. I hide from phonecalls under the warm water. Malice desists, no it woefully recur and it plays like daytime TV shows, I confuse you. And I tell you not to love me but I still kiss you when I want to. And I lament, you’re innocent. But somehow the object of my discontent. And it’s fucked up, I let you in. Even though I’ve seen what can happen … You make a tape, I receive it in the mail and I force myself busy, the diversion will prevail. And I will swallow all my guilt with little pills and force my chin up. And I will only think about it in the morning, in the bathtub.
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