Don't tell me that I can't love you
when I am here
begging
for any part of you.
That I can't wish
or dream or live
these studid memories that keep living in my mind
making me need you
making me wanna save my breath to waste with you
making me even beg.

Stop missing
and praying
and jumping to the bridge for your great
and colorful
and full of classic 70's movie stories
of love that will never happen in your coward life
future of unstopable hands
and music
and new free bodies
and false guilty nostalgias.

This insane anxiety is getting dirty
the freedom that you always fought for
with your teeth
and all quotes of those old books.

I love you
and wish you
and dream you all the nights
and hours on the furniture
and floors
and those clouds we danced our heart's song.

Stop running away
of any real feeling.
Say that you love me
and miss
my hands travels on your hair
and my kisses
on your eyes to cure the pain.
Ask me to come back
Yell
Scream
Love me
again
Love me back.