Poems from cianja
Tangled sheets,
sweat stains.
The body of a god
streched out before me.
He promised me everything,
all of him,
and I have it.
But still,...
People think that they can hate themselves into success
Think that they can despise what they are so much
That they’ll become something...
People think that they can hate themselves into success
Think that they can despise what they are so much
That they’ll become something...