I find in my wounds the story of
how resentment led me to this.
The summer I forgot, I can't find the pills.
Each day it's harder to carry the leftovers.
Everything will stay in the place where the helpers obey.
The reunion is our deadliest ally.
The dark desire to feel this sensation again.
The disturbing desire to experience happiness.
There are no words to describe this awakening.
Words run far, far away from me.
Fear takes over me.
I'm the intruder, anxious to watch everything burn.
The desire is immense and my thirst is insatiable.
I can't find the job that would make me stay.
The anxiety is very uncertain, and people can't understand what I say.
I'm anywhere, I'm anything.
I only know that I'm the intruder and I'm here for your love.
Open the door for me.
I'm outside, in your organs.
Let me climb up, let me hear the heartbeats that pronounce our ending.
Let me kiss you in this bitter ending.
I'm the intruder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem