My first,
Transparent-pink one,
Hello?
I was not a fan of violets
At school:
Why did everyone think so?
I loved the
Hairy one,
With huge nose,
Darker skin:
She has none of it, anymore.
The revolutionist,
With bloody songs,
Why you
Grew up
Stupid?
I carved
Your name
On my skin,
Literally.
Just for a
Kiss?
My relatively close
Teacher
I knew you love girls,
Cause you loved me,
When I was
Eleven.
I keep
Forgetting your name:
What did make me
Slide my hands
On your
Posterior?
(Maybe
The same reason
Your husband is
Rolling his balls
On your
Face).
You were my
Croissant,
Huge tits,
No experience.
And then you.
Who stole my brain,
And my notebook.
(I’m still waiting for it).
We are look-alike members
Of Woody Allen’s
Freudian Club.
And then three of you
Came to me
Almost the same time.
My ex’s ex girlfriend,
Ex’s ex girlfriend’s sister,
And the one
Who was double of me:
Double age
Double weight
Double shortage.
Then again you
Another you,
Between both of you.
I found myself
In some sum of you.
And I don’t write
About you
Anymore:
It’s amoral,
Maybe.
