The end

Fuck love.

Fuck the 10 fingers

That I know better

Than my own skin

Fuck that smell

That runs through my veins

And poisons my blood.

Fuck it all.

Fuck the fact

That you see me for me.

That you burnt the masks

I’d wear, one by one.

That I can’t breathe

When you’re inches away

And how you tease my soul.

Fuck that too.