“You are actively making the world a worse place by staying with her and pretending that abusive and dysfunctional garbage is normal.”
The clock is inexorable. What (random) memories do we keep?
“It is often our friends or our mother who warn us against a bad romantic choice. Sometimes our love is so strong that we prefer to sacrifice the mother, go against her, and kill her metaphorically.”
What’s your “ideal bench”?
They increasingly became part of the celebration, rather than the chief reason to celebrate.
A fulfilling relationship in the eyes of this Berlin-based poet.