I (do not) Love You
I (do not) Love You
By: Alexander Medina
Why don’t you just open me up on the floor where I lay? You haven’t hurt me enough today, have you? God damn I love. Sometimes I just don’t know if I do as much as I did a few minutes ago.
I’m bleeding on the floor and you won’t do anything about it, you’re just looking for my heart to take and hurt some more. I don’t love you.
I won’t ever be able to say that to your face. I love you. I just hope that you will never go without stitching me up, so that I don’t bleed too much on this floor.
I feel as if I were infected by a cancer-inflicting parasite. It feeds too slowly. I know I will die, but when? The days go and leave me. My dreams that pass aren’t of you. I cry because I’m confused . . . no because I’m in love . . .
They construct my coffin in front of my deathbed, with you as the project manager. I don’t know if you want me dead or alive, however, the coffin is a clue. I guess it’s too late now... and now I lie several feet beneath your feet having a conversation with a true mad man. Myself.
God damn I love you.
P.S. - Amero sempre, qualunque cosa, la vostra miniera.
-Alexander Medina
By: Alexander Medina
Why don’t you just open me up on the floor where I lay? You haven’t hurt me enough today, have you? God damn I love. Sometimes I just don’t know if I do as much as I did a few minutes ago.
I’m bleeding on the floor and you won’t do anything about it, you’re just looking for my heart to take and hurt some more. I don’t love you.
I won’t ever be able to say that to your face. I love you. I just hope that you will never go without stitching me up, so that I don’t bleed too much on this floor.
I feel as if I were infected by a cancer-inflicting parasite. It feeds too slowly. I know I will die, but when? The days go and leave me. My dreams that pass aren’t of you. I cry because I’m confused . . . no because I’m in love . . .
They construct my coffin in front of my deathbed, with you as the project manager. I don’t know if you want me dead or alive, however, the coffin is a clue. I guess it’s too late now... and now I lie several feet beneath your feet having a conversation with a true mad man. Myself.
God damn I love you.
P.S. - Amero sempre, qualunque cosa, la vostra miniera.
-Alexander Medina