i like being misunderstood. but
i am not that complicated: i think am better
because i think about grand things in the shower
and you only stare and smile,
your eyes drained out, your mind running clear and
fast and going nowhere.
i have various complexes: childhood trauma, childhood
poverty, childhood isolation. i am desperate
to self-justify and have sex
in big cities; you want a small life in a small place,
nothing ruined, no Unknown, no romanticism.
you will probably be happier than me:
i will try to change the universe and end