striptease

hate it or not
you are close to kiss
but too far to please

hate it or not

i'm hanging on a thin thread of hope

slowly fading away as the words kept being pushed inside of my throat

hate it or not

the sunset and cold air

the half empty cups and empty cigarettes boxes

the cat’s cheer for dry foods

were the witnesses of your coarse fingers brushing tenderly against my hair

now, tell me,

how can i be honest?

when you're holding your key tight

but letting me see through the deformed window

so, tell me, then

was it ever there?

or should i listen to your faint melodious voice instead?

february 17th ‘23