He admired my
melancholy madness
and said it was
graceful
and beautiful.
But it was neither
of those things.
I was a hurricane
at the centre
of a
collapsing,
burning
building;
and I wasn’t someone
to be admired at all.
oprosti mi što ne znam kako da te volim… oprosti mi što te ne trebam onako kako ti mene trebaš.
Ja sam ruševina, a u takvima žive samo duhovi. Ti si puno više od duha. A ja puno manje od onoga što ti vidiš u meni…