Serban Raducu Bogdan (7 march 1988)

Do you really have to appear, in every poem I write?
Pack your kisses and go.
Here's the door... just turn the knob...
You have two hands, so use them.
Do I really have to open the door,
for you to realise that you are free
to f**k with any man you deem to be
better than me.

This way, you'll have more time for your 'friends'.
You can't really see, but I'm actually smiling.
I can't wait to see how your life turns out,
with your heart nude
laying in the palms of monsters
that don't care like me, for your dreams.

Good night, I have to...go now,
my dreams are waiting.
I won't forget! You are after all,
the sinful bearer of my first kiss.