Cinta

The Classic Act of Feeling is that of Memory

Copyright, Cinta

I pick up the glass
try to cry tears
but where have they been
for nine fucking years?

Did you hurt me?
or is this not real?
If you could just let me
fucking feel

The pain that you caused
just let it all out
but why can’t I
just talk about?

The terrifying past
that made me a slut
Just fucking because
you were desperate for a fuck

if you needed it so bad
without me holding this knife
go consult
your fucking wife