cartilagens:

fruto do caos

e da desordem

me afogo nas minhas palavras não ditas

me aqueço na solidão quente que me aperta.

wordslikerosepetals:

“At least I knocked.

I didn’t just barge in on your life.

I knocked.

And you opened the door,

barely enough for me to peer into your world.

Although it was not enough for me to put a foot in the doorway,

I could see the surroundings.

The floor was covered in trash,

old memories of betrayal and lust that you thought was love.

Furniture covered in dust,

window glass shielded in stains.

Your eyebrows raised, as if asking why i had come by.

‘Can I come in? I promise I won’t break anything.’ I asked in hopes that you would give me a chance.

You shook your head, ‘I can’t let you in and trust that you will not harm everything that I have become.’”

- B.M.

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