I am a jerk,
with this mask,
Of justifications …
A reason,
there’s always a reason?
No.
Why, you ask me,
you ask me,
my friend,
as if there was a reason,
for me there is not,
there must not be.
You tell me I like beautiful girls,
but it’s normal,
I do not understand the problem.
You make me complex,
just because I said
“She’s a nice girl”.
Reasons,
rationalize,
find reasons
why?
Why?
That is, tell me,
if I have to justify myself.
For me there must be no reason …
In love,
in the attraction,
there is not.
For me, it’s perfectly normal.
It almost seems,
that I should feel
uncomfortable,
for pleasure
to see a person.
What should I say?
I don’t like them
I don’t love women?
What do I have to say to you?
But let’s relax,
or we should
go crazy?
I will not settle,
I do not give up,
I don’t let it go,
and we’re still here,
to piss each other off.
And what do we need?
Really bro,
you really think too much about it,
more than me.
But have you ever wondered,
if that’s okay with me?
You can feel bad,
but at least,
you have to know what
and who to want,
in this life.
And it will seem strange to you,
but, for real,
i’m fine like this
at the end.
I have the confidence,
that one day things
I’ll be able to change them.
And let’s think about it
Even less,
or not?
What do you think?
What so much here,
I know all selfish,
and I don’t see why me
I shouldn’t be.
Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/07/01/poesiaun-motivo/
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