Daniela Iacoppi

I'm lying here
Thinking of You.

I'm not allowed.
...

I'm fine, I'm OK.
(I think of you night and day)
I see the stars,
I feel the sun.
...

Joy's gone.
S(he) left through the back door,
Make it right.
Close my eyes,
...

Desire,
My secret vice.
Passion,
His clear blue eyes.
...

Use(less) memories.
What is (un) important
Is me.
...

Little Tim(e)
Wo(n) ts.
Enough, (f) or happ(in) ess
...

Black lashes
Hide a mirrored soul
Crushed cruelly
To a pulp.
...

Takes just a second.
A turning point.
Something said.
An enigmatic look.
...

Ti(me) up.
In judgement,
I'm boun(d) tiful
Down (up)
...

I don't want to be the bonus.
The consolation for a life you consider erroneous.
I don't want to be the spice that brings flavour to your family recipe.
A simple additive for your nuclear serenity.
...

I try to convince myself I'll do it. Alone.
That I have the backbone.

The truth is, you see.
...

I'm a parentheses in your life.
A post scriptum.
Waiting,
Hoping,
...

Je refuse d'accepter
La façon dont tu m'as traité.
Tu restes de marbre,
Le mépris de ton silence est impardonnable.
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I'm wallowing in the last droplets
Of my glass of wine
And a river of self pity,
Wondering
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Nose is (blood) red
From tears (shed)
In my inebriated Paradise
Of (un) survival
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