I write about what I endure
The little deaths, about the wounds
I write about my fear
My lack of love
I cries of the heart
But it's always
About what I couldn't say
Couldn't live, couldn't remember
I write in verse
And against everyone
It's always hell
That pushes me
To throw ink on paper
The blame is on those who left me
Writing is always going backwards
The moment when everything fell apart
We don't write
On what we love
On what doesn't pose a problem
That's why
I don't write
On you
Reassure yourself
J 'write about what hurts me
The list of strengths I have left
My miles of missed screws
Of evil in prose, of broken verses
br/>I write like one meows under the moon
In the night, I dip my pen
I write the abscess
I write the 'absent
I write about the rain
Not the good weather
I write what is not said
On the walls, I write about the roofs
To write is always to return
To those who made us leave
We do not write that we lack anything
That we are happy , that everything is fine
That's why
I don't write
About you
Don't worry
I write when my eyes hurt others
When my pain resembles yours
When the world turns its back on me
I blame it on it
I write the indelible blues
It seems less difficult to me
To tell everyone rather than just one
And to have the last word
She must is already gone
To write it is me quits not
That they no longer live under the same roof
So that he comes and tells her that he is leaving
We don't write about how lucky we are
br/>No love song when you have one
That's why, my love
I'm not writing anything
About you
Don't worry