14. DPR

El Diván de Poemas Remasterizados les presenta:

02/2017

Baudelaire se enamoró de una carroña. No seas como Baudelaire.

I'm sorry I held your hand.
I wasn't pretending. It was heartfelt.
I'm sorry I felt like kissing you that time, on the edge of the water
when you guessed and asked "so what do I win?"
I'm glad I didn't dare.

I hope you can get to know me well enough to know the bullet you've dodged, all the trouble you've spared yourself. Even if it doesn't seem like that now.
I certainly want to get to know you better, if I'm still allowed.

The truth is, I don't think you deserve someone like me. I'm honestly a step down from whatever and not even half as cool as I seem.

I was amazed at our unspoken mutual agreement of keeping the chill above everything.
Because you are real trve and I'm just a paper doll, a cutout that changes shapes as it becomes smaller and smaller.

You have rough edges but what I saw was such a big heart that I didn't dare break it.
I guess it's no up to me to decide if I hurt you or not, but it was never my intention.
For what it's worth, I'm really sorry.

Your playlist made me cry because it was filled with raw emotion and told a perfect story.

I'm glad we're this proud and would never deign to address our flailing fledgling fling. It works for me, the passive-aggressive writer.

But I wonder how you feel.
I wish to minimise all damage and think of apologising all the time.
But what good would it do?
I ruined everything while you did nothing but being fun, sweet and thoughtful even when I didn't deserve it anymore.

But I'm a coward and a Slytherin above all else so yeah.