with the innocence of love that never has and rage that has lost everything. I cry when I next want without fear of ridicule. I tremble at the laugh of it is so clear. Childbirth my knuckles against the back wall of the frustration in me, always late, at the right time. Weakness disgusts me that I take, even though they know me better. No hate wasting no time. Aces kick the ground to be defeated in the game where winning is as absurd as not trying. I dream of a glory that is presented as achievable as empty. I hide in apathy while the justifications for not fall. I feel I could be the one when I feel alone.
And despite everything you need.
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