Then you throw a glass in my leg,
This glass is shattered and disgustingly rings.
You shout at me and make me step back,
That I stumbled and fell on sharp memories.
I lie in shards and deceive myself,
That you are not you and someone will save me.
I'm stupid and trusting - so often I fell,
Every time I hoped it would finally.
Did I endure so much time then,
To now be humiliated by you in the blood.
You will play enough quickly and you will regret,
When you cannot cope with your fucking mood.
How many more will you look,
How do the fragments merge with infinity?
I could fight and resist, but I'm on the hook,
I will not be the other and hide the naivety.
Naivety
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