It doesn’t matter anymore




It doesn’t matter anymore



You were a little
of what is forbidden
in fairytale stories,
extravagant hobby
seducing uncertainties,
little of what you said
you were.

I used to dream
of walking you between the lines
of your previous lovers
without worrying how full
of footsteps your body was,
I had your skin,

drank slowly from your scares,
imagined you walking
through the neighborhood
in the dark, the moon
dwelling on crystal glasses,
refurbishing the mind with memories
that everyone already used up

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