Masochism of an impossible love

Your eyes,

like orchids

for the whores,

are deflowering

my feelings.

 

Your silence

rape me.

Your smile

humilliate me.

 

The cold in our relation

have the fire

of all the volcans.

 

Like wax

falling from the candle

my tears

are running through my face.

 

This pain

is so delicious,

like apples

rotting in vain.

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