This is a
short journey, honey.
Or you
might think this is not journey, at all.
We met each
other deep in darkness, I met what I was looking for, but you did not.
We have few
commons:
We like
movies
We like
good talk for hours
We like to
give good answers
And we are
proud of ourselves
We have not
met anybody who is qualified, have we?
But
totally, we are different:
We talked
about stars
And I know that
you like cigs, drinks, and sex,
but I don’t.
We talked
about lambs and chicken,
And I know
that you don’t like Dunkirk and The Punisher,
but I do.
You like
Ben Affleck’s chin, and I like your lips.
Am I qualified?
Are you?
We have not
talk a lot, you have not knew me well
You did not
give enough chance for yourself to fall in love to more than my body
I told you
to love me
And my
personality and my bad and my kindness and my soul
But I am
not qualified, you probably whispered.
We talked a
lot enough, I knew you pretty well.
You called
me when you were high. You said truth: about you, about us.
I hate
every single thing slipped out from your mouth.
I hate every
single thing on your body and mind.
You are not
qualified. At all.
But I really
want you to.
Because you
get my 9.5 out of 10.
But instead,
you chose to step out from the journey
Because you
realized, we don’t deserve each other.