Por: Bibiana Faulkner
Twitter: @hartatedemi
Scotch is most likely my lover,
that’s my first confession.
The second is all about you
and you are not anywhere.
And in my personality
disorder,
I see you at my
door,
something like
mental masturbation.
It’s true:
you never have
what you
really want,
and that seems to be
the only fuckin’ rule
in this life
because at the end
of the road
nothing matters
even a little.
And I just see you
get away
from me.
What went wrong?
