Dear Lover,
i woke up one day and i think my
skin must have fit me differently
and really i wonder why
just now i've forgotten the time, the date
the season and the city
I woke up one day, not so long ago
and i found that you, my dear
fit me differently too and i'm pretty sure
that this new fit i don't like too well
you see, sometimes perfection turns itself
into perfect hell
you no longer understand what it means when
i can't look at you when
i talk to you or when i
am making coffee and you are
looking at me
and i no longer understand what
it is that you want me
to do but i do know
that i just can't do it i will
hesitate and then shake
uncontrollably cause you don't know what
happened to me before you ever
even saw me
and you won't understand why i
can't do things like that
yours, jordan
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