/lit/ - Literature

I drove my car with the awareness
of never being able to violate any driving rule
and, accepting this condition,
I violated the physic rules that regulates it:
for being with you some minutes earlier
and reach your love domain,
a blonde alcove with the scent of a burnt siberian church
that resides in your perfume vial.

Your sick child body resembled fabric
and made me realize I like things not beautiful most of all.
The void you created around yourself, the exclusivity you seemed to grant,
which I enjoyed.
It was all sad, but fulfilling.

I tried to hate you, and you also did
but we ended up being fond of each other
because we never really cared.


(I translated it from italian, hope it sounds good in english too)