🔞🍀💛They don't consider you...

🍀💛They don't consider you... 

They talk bad about you.

They create opportunities to destroy and denigrate you.

They snub you.

Then when you die you become, 

magically, 

still someone to acclaim, 

to "love".

They are great actors in improvising suffering and condolences: 

until a few moments before your last breath they wished you the worst with a smug and defiant smile printed on their faces.

It doesn't just happen with celebrities.

It happens to ordinary people too,

to those you would like to protect beyond belief.

The hypocrisy of some "illustrious" personalities has no respect even for death,

he stops at nothing to save a dirty appearance and a bad essence.

And I stay like this, 

with anger between my fingers and nausea in my throat.

More and more convinced of holding onto my character defined as "di mer..a".

If I love you, you know it. 

If I despise you, 

too.

In peace and in war.

For better or for worse.

In life and in death.

In love with silence to the point of never muddying it with empty words that I don't hear.

In love with words to the point of never dedicating them to people who don't live in me... 

💛💖💗💕💓💘💞💝