prefiero el insomnio

me miro en el espejo, ensayo, analizo y gesticulo las palabras que quedaron en la carta que nunca te di, y que ahora sé de memoria.
al final, la única extensión de mi cuerpo que te alcanza son mis palabras.


(siempre "hay cartas que nunca di", no me canso de ser reiterativa hasta con los errores)

:mzz u:

meet me in Montauk

Clem: Fuck this thing. Damn it.
Joel:Hi.
Clem: Hi. Didn't figure you'd show your face around me again. I guess I thought you were... humiliated. You did run away, after all.
Joel: I just needed to see ya.
Clem: Yeah?
Joel: I'd like to, um, take you out or something.
Clem: You're married.
Joel: Not yet. Not married. No, I'm not married, no.
Clem: Look, man, I'm telling you right off the bat I'm high maintenance, so I'm not gonna tiptoe around your marriage... or whatever it is you've got going there. If you wanna be with me, you're with me.
Joel: Okay.
Clem: Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours.
Joel: I remember that speech really well.
Clem: I had you pegged, didn't I?
Joel: You had the whole human race pegged.
Clem: Hmm. Probably.
Joel: I still thought you were gonna save my life, even after that.
Clem: Mmm. I know.
Joel: It would be different... if we could just give it another go around.
Clem: Remember me. Try your best. Maybe we can.

antes puta que ama de casa