Don't give me your bullshit
Don't give me your bullshit. Don't preach.
Don't look me in the eye. Just go.
And spare me any great speech
or the lies of goodbyes. Don't put on a show.
Don't tell me you're sorry or that it's life
sometimes: It kills off all light
that the world and time heal any strife
I'll say it again, my love: get ou of my sight.
And take all that you want
from what we thought we would one day share
the books, the decorative elephant
the records, the portraits, the chair.
Don't leave an address. I'm begging:
just go fuck yourself, my darling.
Catarina Vieira
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