SO KILL ME

SO KILL ME

(© Patrícia Evans)

I accept your slaps.

Your offences,
the wounds that you cause,
the sleep you don't allow me to sleep,
the little scratches
and the deep cuts, I accept.

I understand your reasons
and your wishes.

I understand that you hurt me
and that you do it very well.

I accept that you throw stones at me,
throw knives at me,
throw snakes at me.

All day, I accept your tests of me.
I accept that you will always be angry.

There's love in who thrusts, in me, a thorn
more than in that who brings me a dead rose.
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