A poem by Otto Dusquene

She

She has given me more than I deserve,

She has given me her insanity,

She has given me her smile and hate,

Our fights are my best memories, skin, nails,

Your screams make me tremble:

 - Don’t do this while holding the beer, OK?

She has given me more than I deserve,

Her heat and lips,

Her body, her soul,

And a few more days in this

Land of devils