Another woman will be always much closer to the man I love.
It doesn’t matter how unsuitable she is in whoever’s eyes.
What man would put up with a lifetime of mental labour?
I wonder, though, why I still bother trying, knowing at the same time I cannot win.
My eyes are so endlessly heavy, and this lesson weighing on my mind.
After I knew I couldn’t put up with a book about youth, I decided to let another book sleep next to me tonight.
At eight, I lie my head on the ornamented cover of ”I wonder” and melt into curves.