First of all
you must hate yourself
so that everyone
will hate you too.
Then
when you are sure
no one pities you,
write them love letters,
to those that you couldn't
while you were sober.
and afraid,
in silence, alone
with the door locked.
They won't answer you,
but they might laugh.
That's how you make love
to a page, that's how
I did it.
It's almost like
making love
to your own soul.
It's dirty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it.........iip