By Margarita E. Pignataro
I don’t understand
What part of “it’s a mistake”
I didn’t understand?
I don’t understand
What part of “it’s not gonna work”
I didn’t understand?
I don’t understand
What part of “we’re different”
I didn’t understand?
I understood
The wining and dining
I understood
The catering and caressing
I understood
The trinkets and dresses
I see the deformation
Of your explosion
A face black and blue
A few teeth loose
I feel the pain now
And ask myself
Who will be your next prey?
Your next duck in the row
The next text on the phone
Or name on the contact list
Know what though?
These are the last verses
I write thinking about you
Punto Final.
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